Category: regrets
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for Duane
What ever happened to the boy in school With pop bottle lens Who couldn’t play like other boys at recess Who didn’t stand and fight Or wrestle his tormentors; I was a tormentor I didn’t know at the time I was, but I was gifted at making cutting remarks Disguised as humor to make Classmates…
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reflection
while night birds softly awaken the sun you try once again to empty the emotion of loss ___ the anger and arrogance anger of caring so much you hate your gift ___ you sing notes in your head you feel the reverberation inside roll off your tongue into the air ___ you caress notes and…
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Birch tree
a birch tree grew in my neighbor’s yard I would peel paper thin bark write letters for the wind to read snow would bend graceful arches of slender limbs to ground the winter – when ravaging ice snapped it at its base I quit writing messages to the wind 2-23-20
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Insomnia
In the middle of the night it is worse – everything is quiet you feel rain on the roof smell dry leaves rustle in trees hear musty spores propagate in the yard outside your door You sit on the edge of your bed trying to calm the swirling feels that keep you awake at night…
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Coaching Soccer on Elysium Fields
I still think of you and wonder if I had been home when you came by and if we had talked, things might be different but I wasn’t home and we never spoke Last night, I watched an artist paint a skeleton face on pavement at a street festival and had to leave because you…
My husband's poetry 