Category Archives: Poetry

My parents’ marriage died when I was six, and Mom reports I wasn’t that surprised. They broke what they did not know how to fix, for friendship didn’t prosper when disguised as some momentous mating for all time that neither … Continue reading →

It’s absolutely fun to grin at you, a pure delight to hear you tell a joke or give you one. These little glees are new to me, just like the passions you evoke. I work so much, and rest more … Continue reading →

They say one never knows what one will do until confronted by extremity. In theory I would never, she’d eschew, and you would sooner die than act like he, except events upset our plans so much that we surprise ourselves … Continue reading →

The moon this morning makes a parasol; it blocks the sun with annular eclipse, but we can’t see phenomena at all, with morning overcast that almost drips on us from sky of white and murk of May. So we cannot … Continue reading →

I miss my husband. After 15 years divorced, I spent last Saturday with him and slipped into nostalgia. It appears I could have stuck it out – I sought a whim and built romantic castles in the air – except … Continue reading →

So what’s it mean, she offering me speed? We haven’t shared cocaine for 40 years. And little brother’s Vicodin? I need it like another burden, it appears, yet eagerly do I partake. They owe me twice as much for their … Continue reading →

An orb of summer fruit, a perfect sphere of nectarine, red-orange flecked with gold, arrayed with plums and peaches, forms a tier of bounty in the galley. Someone sold us luxury and decadence indeed – for produce stocked a week … Continue reading →

A minute till this bus departs from BART, an April Sunday almost summer hot. I had my wine and pizza – now we start to motor north on College, with a lot of ice-cream lovers, shoppers, drivers, pairs and passengers … Continue reading →