My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • an inconsiderate act

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    I broke a tiny bud from a limb I did not hear it scream I don’t know why I just did I cannot glue it back or heal the wound it bleeds green in the sun 2-14-2024

  • Boomer boy blues

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    I grow tired of taking blame for someone else’s transgressions. I’m not your shitty father, your handsy uncle, your asshole boyfriend, the chauvinist boss who thinks all women secretly desire him I’m dealing with my own past, my ignorance and lack empathy. I refuse to hide under a pile of dirty laundry so you can…

  • Dear Pinochio

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    I don’t know what a real little boy is only that they grow into a man and I don’t know what a real man is supposed to be View Post only that crickets stop talking to you and reality is not make believe and there is no happily ever after 2-4-2024

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    City worker says good morning Shares small talk about last night’s game Cold, bright winter sun Paints shadows on white concrete Not everything you can hear or say elevates your soul Turn, squint into the sun and walk away 1-29-24

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    Clear the morning Clear the pond Clear the sky Crisp and bright 1-2-24

  • Love in the time of chess

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    take you time you may not have a thousand permutations on a theme left to make carelessness is not surrender it is suicide 12-20-23

  • Poet tea

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    in Larry’s kitchen water simmers on stove light through blinds climbs the dining room wall outside we feed the chimenea old newspapers, talk cultural appropriation, Sufi poets, Herbert, Milton, Shakespeare, Donne, and how imperfect fruit tastes sweeter than grocery store perfection, while we sip tea in the sunshine until the fire burns out 12-20-23

  • On the Way to Ixtlan

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    Sunday dawned gloomy Steady rain on roof Met my friend, Jeff, for coffee Barista shows me picture of her new baby Talk of music and energy work Fist bump Lang as he walked by On the way home I buy Carol raspberry licorice And flowers from Whole Foods Good energy begins with kindness Above rain…

  • Hoar frost

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    Driving towards Charleston, sun luxuriates Like the backside of a reclining nude Hanging over a bar in film noire Road bends left – sun glares back You put down the visor and drive on In high weed ditches and fields hoar frost glistens along the highway, Mist rises where cold meets warm Thirty miles out,…

  • Thanksgiving leftovers

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    The house is asleep you go downstairs, make fresh coffee, check your fantasy football lineup. From the window you watch chickens stir in their coop and wait for the rest of the house to wake before you go back upstairs, to pack for leaving and hope you will be able to leave before the post-Thanksgiving…