Scratch my head, sigh, touch my lips, shift weight to the other hip. Fingers rest upon the keyboard waiting for a thought to direct them. Eyes staring at the glossy black keys, the desk lamp light refracted, outshining the fading, white depiction of each letter….

Steps Our playground sits above our school Cut into the top of the nearby hill Up more than two flights of stairs Part steps, part path My arthritic knees carry me slowly, slowly While dozens of children thunder past me They are already deep in…

My abs are burning, Legs weak, sweat’s on my body. The lady is telling me to next. Ready to go. Push ups and rotation; Diamond push ups, Military push ups. God! I just want to look fit for the King’s Daughter. I didn’t sign up…

Walking That is to say, the exercise of walking baffles me and I think of this often in my strolls through the streets of my neighborhood When does a walk change into a hike, for example? Do I unintentionally become a

Wash Day Dirty clothes in the hamper Wet towels on the bathroom door Mismatched socks hiding here and there I search for them all over the floor. I gather all the pieces up And into the basket I load Each fetid, smelly item Down the…

What is there to say about them, that has not been said in the title? I can think of plenty So can you And so can they; if only of each other I find it odd to hear a man Dressed in finery Fed the…

I wake up My nightmares still swirling in my head No amount of positivity can shake it These days are dark Pandemics, treason Murderers caught on video Riots, treason in broad daylight Watching the news hurts Sleep should be the escape A few hours free…

‘I sleep when I breathe, is the same as I breathe when I sleep.’ In this mad, mad, mad tea-party often the Hatter has to induce a semi-coma, an invitation to help one breathe. Strange how, one has to now, sleep to live. To breathe.

As I got laid down to sleep I remember a promise I was to keep My neighbor Sally fwll in love 15 She anuck out the nights to intwine hands and carve in trees. At 15 she swore me not to tell. Corn grew short….

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