Category Archives: Poetry

Arrested by a rest on Maui, sweet and light and dreamless, eyelids closed and yet insightful, wind caressing neck and feet, I’d be staggered if I stood up now. I would wobble if I tried to move or talk – … Continue reading →

Imaginary friendships aren’t rare for children who are dreamers, introverts, and loners. Care providers rarely care, for ghost companions aren’t any worse than coloring outside the lines, resisting mandatory rest, or tasting paste. So disembodied friends don’t make the list … Continue reading →

Its graceful shape appears ahead of me: a rearing solid trunk of grayish brown, with textured yellow-green as canopy, as if a living pillar wore a crown. It seems a link from sidewalk to the sky, or something placed as … Continue reading →

When I was young, I thought you had no life except to shop and clean and give us food. You did for Dad the duties of a wife and somewhat more, with your impatient mood, and for we three that … Continue reading →

The pressures mount, and resolutions fail like bridges with inadequate support, for I am that, a structure with no rail, a personality collapsed athwart the tracks I laid so strictly for my path (deluded me – good memory forgets the … Continue reading →

Too earnestly I asked “How do you feel? Describe what’s in your mind. Define your need.” It seemed so logical – I would appeal as if my darling’s answer was the seed that nourished by exposure would mature, enriching us … Continue reading →

I’m sure I’m capable of softer tone, and I can phrase more gently now than then, for strident only works when I’m alone (if ever strident works). I learn again and wonder how much more I have to teach my … Continue reading →

I passed a man who offered me a pink advertisement for local Asian food, and after I refused, I came to think on my resentful bothered attitude at homemade evidence of enterprise – a flyer rubberbanded to each gate or … Continue reading →

A child is a selfish little brute, her every thought and feeling ego-framed, imagining she’s other than the fruit of reproduction, parent-caused and -named. And she continues selfish as she grows so even as a parent she’s a kid, who … Continue reading →

Exchanging e-mail chapters of my life with narratives of his, I got a shock today – in 14K – he brought his wife into the text at roughly 8 o’clock. Electrons sparked and piqued me to allow he signs as … Continue reading →