My gypsy husband Drinking in conflict with time After dinner tea for breakfast Forced to be gypsies Neighborhood muskrats moved to a Lake with no conflict
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.
Yeast has done its trick Warm pumpernickel just needs A stick of butter Farmer’s market booth A man carving walking sticks Just time and old tricks
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 […]