Sunday, November 19, 2017

Saying no

just say no
to spending $1000 on a new laptop
to spending time with people you don't like
just say no
to doing dishes, cooking and cleaning
I'll do what I please, say no
to reading the poems in the New York Times
Magazine, to spending time trying to figure out
what on earth they are talking about
say no to obfuscation
say yes to good food and wine
a soft bed and an interesting
life
It includes you.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Bella

She's the model in the family,
posing for the photographer with her ears
tucked back, standing tall.
she insisted on the blue and yellow 
background to highlight her 
dark complexion.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Done with FaceBook

I don't have to check it anymore -
Cindy has won.
The campaign is over, I can settle back
into the ignorant bliss of what others think.
I don't want to know,
unless it's interesting and intelligent,
or funny, like a kitten scooting across the floor.
Did you know that most poems I read are
terrible, incomprehensible, written to make
us feel uncultured and confused,
referring to Greek gods and Shakespearean
lines.
I don't have to read them either.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The sounds of Tourette

this young man emits
the hoot of an owl
followed by the crack of bones
adjusting themselves in his neck,
the other
cries as the van door swings open
the swish of air as his arms flail
he barks, gathers himself
before badging in and nodding,
a soft hello.
he gathers the mail, holding himself
in control until he is within proximity
of his van
as it rolls away, I hear explosions of sound.
the young man now smiles at me
and when he hoots, I smile back.


Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Heading home


how high the froth
rose before returning to the sea,
how much the wake spread before
disappearing into the restless sea
how the sun was warm on my shirt
but the wind cooled my face
how this journey across the sea
would lead to my warm bed
below the mountains
how magical

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Let me look a little closer

Beth's sheep taking a closer look

Monday, November 6, 2017

It could have been me

it could have been me
It could have been you, your husband,
Wife, uncle, aunt, your child
Someone you loved
Someone you held in your arms
Someone you helped learn to read.
It could have been me or you.
It was your brother and your sister,
We are all brothers and sisters.
How have we forgotten?