Hour Fifteen

The steady beep, beep, beep proves I’m still alive, in case you were wondering. Every time the line peaks rest assured my heart is performing her duty. Blood is traveling, pumping through this vital organ– in and out, in and out. The only question I…

Heartbeat

Heatbeat. Heartbeat. My brother – Sixteen years older than I At 56 years, 6 months old: Heartbeat. Heartbeat. End. My sister – Thirteen years older than I At 56 year, 6 months old: Congestive heart failure Mitro valve replacement Transplant list Heart and kidney transplant….

The Heart of the Matter

Before it’s too late I must learn to appreciate The part of me that keeps me alive Eat better before it’s too late Help it pump better being improving my strides Because when it one days stops…so do I

HOUR 15 The Zipper

THE ZIPPER A friend almost died his ticker, the cause. Does he need stints or is a by pass the cure.   Today I went to see him his hospital bed was empty. My body trembled as I looked around his room.   “Nurse, nurse where…

Always Reaching Higher

Standing tall and I’m reaching Through the night and I’m reaching In the rain and I’m reaching Cold and Snow and I’m reaching Kids call me ‘base’ and I’m reaching Shade for all and I’m reaching Sticks are cute small parts of me Standing tall…

Yellow Roses Remained

The aftermath was devastating Twisted metal, fractured wires Bricks tossed all around The house largely a total loss Once a family home, a two story safe-haven The force of the hurricane too much for it to bear When the family first saw it, tears and…

Trading Places

July Tenth Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Three The day the Gina came to be The day Alexander joined obscurity Before that day he was a family man After that day he was never heard of again Fifty three years later he has never been found…

Prompt for Hour Fifteen

Write a poem about the heart. But don’t focus on the heart as a metaphor, focus on it as a reality. For example the function the heart serves in the body, or heart monitors, etc.

Poem no. 14: Animal Matter

An early summer’s day, Heavy with scent and golden with spilled light. Lush foliage gleams dew-wet. In the bright silence, a twig snaps. Into the clearing, A small nervous doe, Ears alert, nose raised to the air, Guards her fawn. She watches it step delicately…

Dystopian Dog Dinner

Toxic sunset radiates dull red rays into the neon twilight Falling satellites leaving smoke trails across the starless sky A lone cockroach crawls through scattered shattered glass from storefront windows Perched on decaying styrofoam throne, it’s antennae quiver as it waits for the day to…