My husband's poetry

Category: Family

  • Biopsy of fear

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    Old man steps out his back door into darkness, Shivers with apprehension that borders on fear, Childhood bogeymen who lurk in the dark. He gathers himself, reaches down for old habits: Steps off his porch, walks towards the woods, Finds a darker place among the shadows, Closes his eyes and waits for fear to become…

  • Rosh Hashanah

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    09/26 – this poem is for all my Jewish friends: Just before the sun crashed in the west, a distance horn floated through trees we did not plant, summoning Fort Jackson’s troops to mess. My ribs ached from a forgotten injury and I had a strange craving for apple sauce. I resisted its sweetness, reaffirmed…

  • Morning lament

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    The gate of the mystic garden is open It is not locked or hidden Often, I become lost in traffic And do not have time to mark my trail or stay once I arrive 10-17-22

  • Needing a news break

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    Reading the news, I remember how my parents drew nearer death and seemed to take on a different glow telling childhood stories When missiles approach Kyiv do the souls at ground zero take on a special glow before they incinerate? 10-17-22

  • Footstool

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    A poem from a friend about being drunk on Sunday reminded me of the time when I was eighteen and read Easter Sunday Scriptures at sunrise services high on LSD. I don’t remember which scriptures I read, but I remember the light through the stain glass just above the head of Jesus standing on the…

  • Family Gatherings

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    poem written to the prompt ‘muted’ ================================ silent dawn, damp wind birds huddle on power lines quiet prayers, solitary walk drive under grey skies pull up in front of house greetings at the door pictures hung on pastel walls missing laughter and corny jokes muted ghosts in empty halls remind us you’re not here 10-27-25

  • Grief

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    I wake in the middle of the night and think of you. I eat oatmeal with blueberries on the porch and think of you. I watch steam rise from my coffee cup and think of you. I cook sausage and eggs for your mother and think of you. I sit in a chair in our…

  • The dance

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    When I was young I had no fear. I dove off bridges into the flooded Wabash, turned off head lights and raced away into the night on acid, hitchhiked across America, stood toe to toe with a cop and a billie club and won. I took my beating from a squad of his buddies in…

  • Prayers up

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    Movers come at 8:30 Junk/Salvage guys at 10 Suitcase is packed Coffee’s hot and fresh Patio is calling one last time Prayers up for Jasmine 9-15-25

  • empty haiku

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    sit on daughter’s deck birds sing in the deep green woods empty bird feeder 9-13-25