Category Archives: Poetry

For My Sister, Barbara

We learned all about metamorphosis from watching frogs go from eggs to tadpoles to polliwogs to frogs in the flood control ditch that ran behind our neighborhood. I get a little nostalgic thinking about how we were probably one rainstorm … Continue reading

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The Voyeur

I hear the long trill like a baby’s high-pitched raspberry my eyes dart to window and there he is moving from side to side up and down pausing slaking his thirst his never-ending hunger now resting drinking deeply in the … Continue reading

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For Monty Python

When Andy died on Flag Day 1970 I was 20 How could I know I would learn to hold back grief choking the fire back until it would rip Exploding the walls with banshee shrieking and howling terrifying Consumed with … Continue reading

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Father’s Day

I remember looking through cards at the neighborhood grocery during one of those times when you and I were so far apart that worlds stood in the space at our kitchen table. I read, sigh, and replace looking for the … Continue reading

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Like a Baby

So many new babies this spring and news of more babies and pictures of minutes old days old week old babies. Imagine seeing through their eyes. Just waking up just now seeing the world just now just now just now … Continue reading

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Another Sunday Haiku

We will spoil the earth hubris unbound not knowing it is but a speck.

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Sabbath Haiku

Please do understand — anything that is not pure love is not close to God.

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Haiku

Cleaning the office — pages torn from school notebooks sharp pencils, new lists.

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The Barons (On 501(c)4)

They can buy anything they want pay for it ten times over be so gentle and kind in public and oh so politically correct while their money does the dirty work all that money does the dirty work sowing poison … Continue reading

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Motherhood

Motherhood is the one job that I worked at the longest still working when needed always thinking about work and the hardest it’s still hard sometimes like when I have to say goodbye does it ever stop being hard? and … Continue reading

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