Category Archives: Poetry

I think I owe the corpse another poem, a short salute to love no longer live, a tribute to conspiracy at home, remembering our first November 5. If 14 lines can be appropriate reminders of a love affair gone bust, … Continue reading →

Invisible I seem to be, among the flock of walkers in my neighborhood. Four times did people neither old nor young not see the way they cut me off. They stood instead of walking as they left a store, or … Continue reading →

The email wasn’t long – in seven lines I learned my ex had died four days ago. I read the note at lunch’s end – then wine was insufficient, and I made them go for Cherry Heering – vile fruity … Continue reading →

Her lover has affectionate intent, or so his playful attitude implies. But he won’t freely pay a compliment, or give a little gift that gratifies, or open doors for her, or take her arm, for he neglects the nice necessities … Continue reading →

“No wife of mine will have to work” she said he said, near half a century ago. And though she held career ideas in head and heart, she liked to feel her belly grow, and after giving birth she fell … Continue reading →

As if there were a plot against my peace, there’s always something irritating me. My neck is stiff, my barnacles increase (for so I term arthritic bumps). The tree outside my door drops leaves, and tiny seeds as hard as … Continue reading →