Month: April 2020

Write a letter to the troops or bank tellers or dog groomers or state representatives or to cheerleaders, CEO’s or the tick- et takers at the multi-plex. A letter that reads, be safe and strong and brave and “thank you for your service.” The mail as unruly or peculiar prophecy- write a letter to the […]

Cats lolling in the afternoon sun like dinner plates in a warming drawer. A summer banquet of contentment.   This was written in 2018, but is going to be part of a larger poem still in progress.

Lawns start to grow. Neighbors peer over the fence to compare dogwoods, daffodils and errant dandelions. Lawn services appear to spray emergent before thunderstorms wash the chemicals away. Pool guys arrive in vans that say Aloha and Paradise. Clover, a few wild violets are side yard residents quiet and steady as heartbeat.  

All of these were inspired by Aram Saroyan’s (room now…) at https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/aram-saroyan   Windy afternoon The wreath knocking Let me in Let me in Gate I don’t have one But if I did Door I have to keep it open so my dog can watch me pee And for the current situation: room now door […]

Linda? No. Sherry? No. She used to work at Macy’s. Now she works at Kroger. I’m self-checking blueberries. “How are you doing?” I ask. “I don’t like to complain, but I have a big leak somewhere, because my yard is full of water, but I try not to complain and there is a stain growing […]

As I walked out one evening The life of images A thousand mornings Scribbled in the dark Voices in the air Not too far Upstream Mythology This prompt is from https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/23/finding-poems-in-bookshelves/

The clouds and the cotton met somewhere past a horizon with rotary phones and mailmen who smiled and waved enchanted by dragon flies and June bugs with wings delicate as airmail envelopes stamped par avion

Wine Down Whine don’t Hair do Hair dye Hair spray Rock me baby Eric Clapton, hey hey My husband says, “I’m still trying to figure out instagram.” I’m still trying to figure out seventh grade algebra After 3 glasses of rose there isn’t insta-anything if you know what I mean All the way to Bourbon […]

Running at dawn around the lake’s short loop growing a novel in my chest, it’s my hobby, as childlike as jealousy when someone else gets to go first. The young trees were gnawed down by beavers or muskrats, it’s their hobby, so the varmints were trapped by some guy hired as pest control. Supposedly he […]