When Chance, the neighbor’s Dalmation and Colette, our Brittany Spaniel conjoined in the middle of the street first day of 2nd grade, the whole gang screamed for our mothers, who shooed us away, said never mind. Later, spotted pups filled a red wagon we dragged door to door in search of treats from widow ladies … Continue reading Resurrecting The Dogs (day 17)
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Midnight Curtal Sonnet
Sleepbound again, with stars far out of sight I dream the traveler's path, the river bed, the breath of dark dogs on my neck, and blanket snares a-tangle to slow my steps, awaken drowning midnight dread. No peace in questions still unanswered, no peace, yet infinitesimal signs – of hope revived. Bright shadows cast on … Continue reading Midnight Curtal Sonnet
Driven Day 15
Machines everywhere Drive us Lift Haul Compute I carry no code Care not Know less Yet Am driven Nevertheless Widow-mad By every Gadget I’ve only Just learned deemed obsolete too soon destined for junk drawer burial a shallow unmarked grave
And Scene
Close up Woven threads, green, blue, red Little girl humming Pan back from above The child sits cross-legged on a round rug in a cluttered room moves wooden blocks into the shape of a simple house Humming, she mumbles And you sleep here You sleep over there Light filters through curtains billowing softly into the … Continue reading And Scene
13 (belated)
I wouldn’t go back there, thirteen, tryin to act 30 eyelashes all greased up blue shadow n’ loves baby soft n corduroy hip huggers barely hugging straight up n down hips hot iron hair, Vaseline lips. Six feet tall in platform shoes guess I wanted to stand out six feet tall -played volleyball, the boy … Continue reading 13 (belated)
Small
We were summertime vacation babysitters on a night “off” from the chaos of children of mostly absent parents. Hiking a great dune at sunset seemed a good idea. Strand lights twinkled below. The black ocean lapped the shore mid-distance. I don’t remember her name. We were both invisible that week, and she won’t remember mine. … Continue reading Small
Thank You For Everything
Napo Day 11--Write about something huge... Yesterday, sparkling blue, gradual warming, another tease. Drew said “Good thing I love the first day of spring. I think this is the 12th first day since Equinox”. I agreed with the great clouds, the breeze on my arms, the seasonal inch promising more days daffodils will surely prevail. … Continue reading Thank You For Everything
Have I Told You
Day 10 make-up. Have I told you enough in words in deeds in the wide round perfect complexity of these thirty odd years how much this mystery of us our shoulders brushing the dark your silhouette at daybreak ritual stretch warms a gladness for the reach of another morning alive in this world with you
Nine
Two Nonets for Napowrimo day 9 At nine I road a hand-me-down bike Blue Wheels, fat, silver pedals, tight I’d stand for the uphill climb Then fly down Jeffery Hill Miss the gravel patch A sure wipe out Catch myself Laughing bright The number of completion is nine Peace with the lessons learned so far … Continue reading Nine
Bubble Bound
Most days I’m Glinda a sparkly witch, glittering goodness. See me, bubble bound smiling, serene. See me gliding around granting wishes. Not one hair out of place every sequin sewn tight, my crown is white, I am gauze behind the filtered lens of your projections. Unknown to most however, I squirm, seethe green in too-tight … Continue reading Bubble Bound
Early Morning Poems 