Dear Nani, I hope the days are passing by with peace and prosperity for you. I hope your days are filled with health and joy as you age. How are you doing since we last spent time with each other? I hear good things from…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
A letter to my past
You said that you wished we were real but we were, don’t you see? If we were not real, why does it hurt so? I don’t need to pinch myself to feel the pain to know that we were real. Two years and I still…
Season of the Witch
Their cackles resounded in the nightish moonlight glare Black cats slinked in the dark, feral eyes to stare Tonight was a special day of the new baneful season Time to boil a malignant witches brew spiteful beyond reason A drop of mandrake, touch of…
Hour 7: When You’re a Poet and Your Ex is a Regular at Your Bar
Hour 7: When you’re a poet, and you ex is a regular at your bar. I sat at the end of the bar. Ink flowed smooth like good sex and top shelf, bleeding on wet squares of paper. How many passed between drinks? Swapped…
#2 10am
My recipe for happiness 5 ingredients are:: quiet time to reflect time together= unity reflection= for what could have happened but didn’t, so it’s good time to listen- shows I care time to take action- in some way
Hour 7 SEASON OF THE GRAPE
The taste of grapes, when I was young, They’d not allow to stain my tongue. But I escaped to legal status And used my grapes to knock me flatus. Then I acquired gourmet decorum, And munched my meats with grapes chose for ‘em. But just…
The Season of the Last Happiness Prompt 7
The Season of the Last Happiness We were there. We were with her. Retired, I didn’t have to be on the phone or email with anyone. I could be there for her. With her. Every day. All day. She didn’t want a lot. What she…
2020 Hour 7 – Rock Bottom or Something Like It
Rock Bottom is where you start from That’s what The Program. The same twelve steps for everything From booze to smack to sex to love. All starting from rock bottom. Maybe I never hit it. I read a book by a lady with the last…
Season of the Teen-aged Children
Oh, there are ups and downs in parenting! Each son and daughter gave me pride and tears Pride that swelled my heart and livened my step When I see some strength that grew from us — me? Tears against self — failing to do it…
The night
The sun that once shone Is now gone. The heat that burned our skin Has now been replaced by a cool wind. There is no hustle and bustle It’s so quiet you can here the leaves rustle. The moon shines bright As everyone welcomes…