Category Archives: Poetry

I mean to make you think along this line before my little verse is fully sung: Attend as you pronounce these words of mine, to how you use and where you hold your tongue. Is it absorbing food you shouldn’t … Continue reading →

I have my books, my children and my home, discovered music, ideas and opinions, but what can any person call her own, and where and for how long are my dominions? For I cannot possess. In fact I borrow. And … Continue reading →

The holidays are hard upon me now, and winter darkness pushes me inside where media productions show me how inadequate I am. The facts implied obnoxiously about familial pleasure, the instances of love I see portrayed, all make me take … Continue reading →

I had a vision of myself today while striding angrily to catch a train. I seemed to rise above and watch, the way approachers to their deaths and back explain. I saw me as a radiating form, my feet in … Continue reading →

or: Another Attempt to Capture a Dream Lesson Because she fears the basement so, her dreams keep sending her on errands to the place. And tension always mounts because it seems the light no longer works – she’s forced to … Continue reading →

Embarrassment’s a universal fear – the nightmare and the bogeyman of youth that seems to find more nourishment each year, and changes shape but always hides this truth: For anyone who’d stake an honest claim to ethical and wise maturity, … Continue reading →

…described himself as stodgy, with a moue. I told him he should try another word. “Fastidious or fussy is more true,” and he: “You really think so?” fairly purred. He ordered roasted chicken over rice and ate the bird with … Continue reading →

A woken woman’s walking up the street too early on a winter working day. She’s hauled along by dancing canine feet, as ever ready any way for play. The woman carries coffee in a cup that keeps it hot and … Continue reading →