There is a tree on my street,a sentinel standing readyto warn the twirls of a twister,first to shed its’ winter greysfor verdant foliage. This morning I roseearly coffee in handa quiet August vaca daywatching the day beginthrough the curl of Dr. Phil. I saw my tree standingwith one small patch
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Races
We run races against clocks and bosses,eyes ahead at flickering screens,deep in code and execution,where each black secondaffects the bottom line,mano a mano – no prisoners taken,avatars in real time,until the clock strikes five.[PAUSE]They run races cheering each other,celebrating achievements not their own,but others – teaching usthe senses of community,
Poetry
Invisible Man
When I was young,I wanted to be Claude Rains,unwrapping and slipping,ghost-like out the door,past Gloria Grahame’soutstretched arms,into the night,and adventures new,beyond the grip of mundanity.This morning I stepped,before ‘Don’t Walk’ expired,said “Oops, Sorry!” to no one,in particular,but a young lady standing beside me,waiting for the light just snorted,and gave me
Poetry
Infinity
Before infinity I walk,listening to the dove sing – softly.And in the moment of now – expression.drum beats on, deep – thudding.Before togetherness I stand,waiting for the raindrops – shiver.And in the moment of truth – expectation,sipping air, sweet – wetness.Before the moment of ecstasy – infinity,deep feelings pause,I rise
Poetry
Hyannis Beach
dappled fog drifts,between feetcrunching on the sand;like a twining catin search of an early supper,or treat from my shirt pocket. street lights peer,between houses,sinking in the soil;like a peeping tom,in search of a tender sight,or unexpected late night treat. laughing waves wiggle,between drift logs,grinding in the sand;like a hyper child,in
Poetry
Caviar and Crackers
Salt taste,rippling across my tongue,rolling black pebblesbursting at the edgesymbolic lifeto slake my thirsty palettelong drafts of femininityat its’ sourcereduced to here and nowencased in the soft tangslipped between my lipsand then the cracker,bitten…hard! ml’00