Category: daily life
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Ransom
thief in the night waited until dark to come. his shrill pen scratched a ransom note you cursed the dark when you awoke forgetful this is the revelation you prayed for 10-23-20
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a woodpecker named Jeff
In the tree that leans out over the street a small, gray and white woodpecker you named Jeff taps quietly on the trunk drilling holes to suck sap beneath bark a whiney, weepy chirp is all you hear You notice how the paper bound books on top of your to read piles have curled covers…
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Election cycle news
tidal stream reedy channel can’t decide which way to flow emptying and filling with the moon he shuts his engine off lowers a trolling motor sets the GPS anchored without an anchor tosses his net for bait hooks mullet through head casts his line and waits for supper to bite his lucky day the fishes…
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#4 grocery shopping before it rains
impulse buying sucks grocery list will help you eat before you go 10-29-20
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Two ways to eat poetry
1) Remove factory slices from plastic bag Be sure to retwist the tie to keep the rest from going stale Every slice the same thickness note uniform color and texture An occasional baked in void or bubble will drip butter on your shirt Enriched and fortified Easy to digest 2) Walk to a bakery Buy…
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Lunch at the deli
While cardinals flit bright in trees, Mockingbirds, robins and jays order lunch from a menu written in lines left in dirt from yesterday’s raking; Carolina wren waits patiently to bus tables when they leave 10-19-20
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Chain link fence
She lives on a corner, her back yard a chain link fence Walks alone each morning six times around the park Cocked arms pump right angles, rapid short steps, eyes ahead, speaks to no one I don’t know her name; someone told me once But I am horrible with names and forgot She goes in…
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Old coffee
Years ago, I had a secretary Who’d lecture me on coffee cup hygiene Wash away weeks of hard earned residue I’d tell her coffee was too weak That old coffee added just enough flavor To the Folgers in my cup She’d walk back to her desk, mutter You can make the coffee tomorrow Next day,…
My husband's poetry 