(a haibun)  My mama always says there are no good moves. Something always gets lost. Something always gets broken. Some last minute much-needed kitchen item winds up in a box marked Bathroom. There isn’t enough packing tape in all the universe for all of Granny’s…

she curls in, possessive of my love – a contraction of sloppy kisses and tender paws.       **hour 11 written off-site, just now back at my computer to post

Coming Home from Dinner After dinner sky sweeter than any dessert– Whipped pink and white froth On the horizon, blue-grey clouds, jagged and thick, like mountain ranges

Tower of Babel No como arroz, y el no come frijoles. He didn’t understand my English, and I was afraid to use my Spanish. What if we quit being so afraid and just did our best to be understood? St. Francis was on to something.

A Poem for Old Ladies What do you wear when your love takes you to dinner, the old love you’ve been sleeping with for decades? Why, the prettiest thing you own!

“Look at me.” “I see you.” “We never talk.” “I tell you about my day.” “Don’t take me for granted.” “What do you need?” “A little romance.” “What do you call them flowers?” “You are hopeless.” “I don’t know what you are on about.”  …

PIZZA for 24 Hours Marathoners! Pita Ingredients mix Zest flavor  Zippy meal  Always welcome (Acrostic @2014 from Poems, Thoughts and More)

  His temper was legendary. No fools he gladly suffered, Nor tolerated, frivolity, Despised by many, feared by most, His word was law.   The colonial master unshackled, The ablest of men by his side, A master plan envisioned, Single-mindedly executed, Our nation shaped accordingly….

I come from suitcases from generations (three) of packing tape lately book boxes from UTotem filled with the detritus of a dissertation Each move a chance to clean house begin a new life unencumbered a nautilus w/out her chambered shell I am throwing away my…

even the opening chords were wrong those plaintive just awakened half diminished scales     flat in all the wrong places the day grew only more dischordant as if the better players in the orchestra deserted me left only a tuba and a violin there…