Category Archives: Personality

Spat

Prepared to disagree with me again,it still annoys but doesn’t cause me grief.I gather facts and cogitate, and whenI speak you say that isn’t your belief,as if it’s faith that has to form your chiefposition. But I’ve seen you comprehendnear … Continue reading →

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Amorphous Dread

Amorphous dread is my Achilles’ heel.It weakens like I’m cut and lately bled,distracted by unease I can’t conceal:amorphous dread. I don’t complain – no hopes of mine are dead.In most respects I’m living my idealexistence, and no peril looms ahead. … Continue reading →

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Vibrations

I realized Tuesday as I walked to work,and planned to see police who had securedsome missing items, circumstances jerkme back and forth of late. I’ll grow inuredin time to what occurred, but I’m not curedas yet – the stimulation doesn’t … Continue reading →

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My Name

I never felt my name was right for me,my parents’ choice too girly, and the last,acquired through a marriage that would bedissolved deservedly and somewhat fast,yet after naming kids and company.I bore it, but until events just passed,attempts to steal … Continue reading →

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The Rabies Metaphor

I learned about a rabies incident –the victim of a mad dog didn’t getthe painful gut injections that preventthe hydrophobia that will besetand, odds are, take the life of who was bit.The doctors had to battle, one-by-one,each dire symptom as … Continue reading →

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The Gift

Ungracious me, I’m sure I didn’t thankmy friend enough for giving me a purseI’d rather pick myself, if I am frank.For truth be told, my losses were no curse.It wasn’t hard to notify the bank.To find replacements I am not … Continue reading →

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Insensitive

The sympathy’s appreciated. Butit leads me to believe I ought to feelmore grief and insecurity at whatoccurred last week. The violation’s real,yet I’m serene in cranium and gut;this thievery’s a petty kind of deal.A mess suggests whoever played a partwas … Continue reading →

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Unpeeled

He didn’t lose his personality,but buffers, blinds and masks were pushed aside.The chronic fears and stiff anxietybecame more obvious. His macho pridewas weakened by his disability –his bluster rose in fits; he often cried.He meant well, but the failings were … Continue reading →

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Books and the Bookstore

I walked into a bookstore and securedthe lowest-paying job I loved the best.I got to spend my days with dust, immuredamid used books, near maps, at the behestof inattentive managers. I soldthe stuff I craved; I dealt in print with … Continue reading →

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I Don’t Suppose

I don’t suppose you’ll stop advising me,although I’m seldom sad or prone to lows.Your strong suit isn’t your sagacity,I don’t suppose. Your reading’s always fictional and prose.And though you say you relish history,your own mishaps don’t put you on your … Continue reading →

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