The doorstep

I sat smoking and staring and blethering to myself while all that needed done was undone.

11th. hour

the 11th hour, sun not quite at its zenith yet my life is past prime once expected promise of fulfillment has fallen from the vine still able to climb the cliffs of circumstances or press the fallen fruits into sweetness aging gracefully, thick port sipped…

Out of Focus

It’s out of focus! All the things I thought I remembered from those days are a blur, Names and faces somehow indistinct, separating memory from my imagination becomes unnecessary some days and critical on others. Mother says: “It didn’t happen that way, No matter what…

Laughter

Laughter   O, yes, ‘tis good to laugh ‘tis fortunate to be able to laugh ‘tis gift divine   Can’t be bought can’t be sold shouldn’t be taken for granted this beautiful gift –laughter   And so, I laugh

A PSA for Our Daughters – Hour 3

Little girls, you are told YOU SHOULDN’T BE ALONE (You’re too small!) The Girl becomes a Woman who becomes a Wife… The indoctrination of need begins your life.   Young women, you are told YOU SHOULDN’T BE ALONE (You’re too needy!) The Girl becomes a…

The Windowsill

Prompts Hour Three I cut spring flowers; poppies, iris, and peonies, for the windowsill.   Next, I pick; geraniums and summer roses, for the windowsill. For the autumn;  Chrysanthemums and sunflowers, for the windowsill.  Snowy memories: bloom and dance, outside my windowsill.      …

You scum

You, the pinkest of water lilies to be plucked. Me, the pond scum that gets tracked home on worn shoes whose soles have cracked apart and left to rot in a corner of a dark and damp garage. Life’s not fair.

Hour Three 2021

I woke up early in a daze, my head still ringing Purple Haze. I woke up early in a daze, my head still ringing Purple Haze. I woke up early in a daze, my head still ringing Purple Haze. I think it’s time for better…

Forgotten (Hour Two, A Nonet Poem)

  A brilliant mind is a terrible sight as it slowly fades away. This man who once knew it all, who taught me ev’rything about love and life, can no longer remember his name… DAD.   (A nonet is composed of nine lines. The first…

O’ Tousle

The same tousle burnt-sugar hairs The symmetrical face, the same pair of shoes Wide shoulders,the slouchy look of his mouth  that always seems to say yeah, This is how he looks when he wakes up. Dizzy and all. The lasting time he’ll drink a glass…