Category Archives: Poetry

Unaccustoming

I’ll mute this blog for 20 days or so.Before a streak becomes a bully pest,I’ll pause the pen and so unpen a flowof novel observation. I’ll investattention otherwise and come to knowenvironments as temporary guest.My pack and too my feet … Continue reading →

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Breakfast

I watched a hummingbird above my gate,that sipped pineapple salvia in bloom.I marveled at how steadily she ate,and pondered while returning to my roomhow little time she had to vegetate,how short her life, how forced she is to zoom.Appreciating idleness … Continue reading →

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On the Surface

His careless comment may have clued me in.“Well you’re so (goddamn?) confident,” he said.That disregard, before I could beginto voice idea, sent talk elsewhere instead.Perhaps I ought to view this as some cred.My act of self-assurance found success?Or does this … Continue reading →

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Someone Else’s Virus

The Covid exploded some plans for the week,but didn’t sack me or my kids.I won’t see my brother; the drug that I seek(that nasty bacteria rids)will have to be purchased an alternate way(but I can adjust to that change).A wrench … Continue reading →

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Last Friday

Last week they hugged me with a sweet request:Can we make brownies? was the eager ask.(I overnight most Fridays, not as guestbut more a member – up for such a task).We browsed 4 recipes and voted bestthe one that would … Continue reading →

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Afternoon

I’m teeming with well-merited fatigue.I left my San Francisco bed at five,and readied (doing puzzles) for the leagueof love called Cottage Club. We always thrivewith Switch and iPad screens, and on intriguesupplied by Dahl or Lewis. I reviveenough to journey … Continue reading →

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Closing In

We started choosing near a year agothe way we’d celebrate her jubilee.We tossed ideas for places to and fro;across the pond we landed plans for three,and added half a week in NYC(forever fun and pausing on our wayback home). It’s … Continue reading →

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Trick Talking

I wouldn’t write these stanzas, but what stuckinside my busy head was strident-speakby someone I’d admire if she’d tuckaway the vehemence and her techniqueof loud opinionation. What the fuckis gained by shooting down with a critiquea helpful phrase an expert … Continue reading →

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Urban Purple

I caught these purple people with my phoneas I proceeded Tuesday on my wayto one of three appointments. T-shirts shoneand stature charmed. They seemed to all obeythe lead, and two attendants didn’t swaytheir watch. Perhaps the strollers couldn’t catchthe house … Continue reading →

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Not to Worry

I’m channeling The Princess and The Pea.Instead of bed, I’m sensing in my neckan irritated spot that cautions meto sniff not blow. It’s like a tiny speckof incorrect two experts cannot seeor feel. I’ve had for years a movement checkleft … Continue reading →

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