poem-winding
The vehicles wind along the highway a immobile caterpillar stalled by a moment when the physics of motion, energy, and force spun unfortunates into each other’s path with a crash that froze the goings...
View Articlepoem-toothpaste love
This was your toothpaste. The tube still holds the contours of your fist the last squeeze you gave it. I wrap my hand around imagine your grip, the skin on your hand like satin tissue squeezing paste...
View Articlepoem- love letters
They’re talking love letters and I hold my tongue but not my lips. The tilting corners betray me. The envelopes with your distinctive hand writing my name like a caress glued down like a kiss, all our...
View Articlepoem- humming
I feel your humming. Though you are far, the vibrations of your present loss reverberate. I am humming remembering you near nearer nearest wrapped around my memories squeezing like a garbage compactor...
View Articlepoem- watcher
I pass the old man on his balcony. Huge sunglasses through which he watches like a diurnal owl; the world unfolds below him. Just like my dad liked to sit. I don’t wipe away my tear. Tagged:...
View Articlepoem-reality
Eventually Reality has to intervene. You’re not destined for the NHL Or the corps de ballet Your voice will not sell A million records. Simon sends you packing. Reality can suck. But if playing...
View ArticleConcussed
This concussion is a constriction squeezing my head like a snake hugging my eyes closed. Light pressure. Dark daylight. Just a little inconvenience. Advertisements
View ArticlePoem- Stinky socks cinquains
(These were fun demos written with my students as we worked through some poetry devices on “Poetry Friday-the Wednesday edition”) Super stinky socks So easily knee socks crease Stinky socks stick to my...
View Articlepoem- like ducks
On the outside: calm, controlled, confident. Beneath the surface: quivering, quaking, confused. How many stress-based illnesses tension fueled troubles surface in our bodies and minds? How hard do we...
View Articlepoem- This is just to say
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams) . This is just to say I have eatenThe lastof the tortilla chips I know youWere saving themFor a bedtime snack But like youthey were saltyAnd so delicious....
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