Silver Tangles

Underneath her long grey hairshe kept a cache of memory secretsguilt tangles of covert acts Brushing gnarls from silver tressessecrets tug her tender scalptil long-ago events unfurldisappear to clear her mind Untangled now her thoughts are looseno secrets left hiding from herself After writing this poem I remembered a short story by Guy de Maupassant … More Silver Tangles

Shot

A shotwill it takeso I can be anold woman wearinga golden shirtdancing to songssung in a languageI don’t understand I got my second vaccine today. Woo Hoo! Top image from CDC courtesy of Unsplash. Lower image from a YouTube video by Playing for Change of the song, Chan Chan.

Sweet Baby James

My teen days sangto the melancholy balladsof James Tayloras I climbed my way to adulthood Being a teen was a mixtureof fire and rain,young adulthood came on likesteamroller bluesthen parenthood, (how sweet it is)mixed with career andmore fire and rain The challenge of growing upwas to find the right hand-holdsecure a solid toe-holdto scale the … More Sweet Baby James

Never

When I was eleven, I was sure I’d never stop dancing ballet I would grow up, move to New York and dance with the ABT what I didn’t know then was those were the days the good ole days when I’d never eat a tomato but Never is such a limitation it leaves out serendipity … More Never

Perhapsing

A woman sits alone, a cane her only companion perhaps she is resting her legs a bit before going to market perhaps she is waiting for her lifelong lover to meet her in the gardens perhaps she’s remembering a time long ago when they sat at that place and first kissed perhaps the flowers inspire … More Perhapsing

Dear Grandma

This weekend I stumbled upon this poet performing a passionate poem about his grandmother. Once again I have been pulled away from the time consuming luxury of polishing poems that I write. This time it is because I have been blessed with a wonderful contract gig with a textbook publishing company writing learning objectives for their … More Dear Grandma

Perhapsing

A woman sits alone, a cane her only companion perhaps she is resting her legs a bit before going to market perhaps she is waiting for her lifelong lover to meet her in the gardens perhaps she’s remembering a time long ago when they sat at that place and first kissed perhaps the flowers inspire … More Perhapsing

Unintentional Hearts

I found a piece of heart-shaped chocolate that lacked heart-shaped intent, an accident of manufacturing like the heart-shaped stones my friend collects are accidents of weathering.   I find my own heart changing shape polished by exposure from the seasons of my years. Constancy is a barren desert; I prefer evolving fate, the unintentional change … More Unintentional Hearts

Recall Response

  “So how was your doctor’s appointment?” “Well, he asked me a lot of questions this time.” “Like what?” she asked half-listening. “Oh, about any weight changes, how much sleep I get, my eating habits. And something else. What was that last thing?” He sorted through a stack of mail while she made a grocery … More Recall Response