Friday, October 29, 2010

I'm Moving

Dear Friends,
My first book of poetry has been published, and I have a new blog on Wordpress.  You can find it at  I moved because I believe I can do a bit more there, combining my musings with news and notes about my book.  See you there,

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A Sad Truth

I had an idea and
it actually stunk of
stale beer or 
cigarettes left
dangling from an
old ashtray.
That didn't prevent me from
sitting in the chair 
and taking a few breaths.
My hope for something 
sweeter is still there 
and I will be back someday
when one again I 
don't care.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Mother Knows

A door opens and in walks yesterday.
Tired, silent and droopy,
she carries the weight of
my worries and highly
improbable day dreams
not realized;
Did she not know how
easily I would pass through them?
I wave dismissively,
but Mother knows this is
just a feint to hide my
discontent and defend my
face saving wall built
to keep my sanity.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Cooking Up Tomorrow

Morning comes later,
and all of a sudden I
hold a dry leaf in quiet surprise.
Here is the time of harvesting
dreams written in couplets
strewn about like lost bits of paper
and not assembled with
much grace.
With luck I'll open the freezer door
in a month or two
and find a robust stew
or colorful sauce.
I amuse myself constructing
grand plans like gourmet recipes
that fall apart before
the heat hits the pan.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Well Chastened

How do I find comfort
in a cold autumn night
when the cloudless sky sucks
all the heat from my bones and
I strain to find a blooming flower in
an aging garden?
The chilled tomatoes rush to red,
and the last beans hang whitened 
and withering on silent vines.
The late planted flowers struggle
to be more than inch high
and even the birds visit less often
and sing of warmer climes.
Yet I smile in satisfaction,
watching what needs to die
make it’s peace at last.  
The future mulch seeks its
proper end in silence;
why should I protest if
even my past prime parts
follow the lead of plants 
obedient to the call?

Thursday, September 9, 2010

On Being Me

There is something in me that does not want to accept the downside of being myself.  I long for the acceptance of others and the deeper connection that I hope comes from simply being who I really am, and encountering others as they are.  Yet, I am often dismayed when they or I fail to see each other as we see ourselves.  It seems to increase rather than diminish the distance between us, and I rebel at the pain of such encounters.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Another Bad Dream

I woke up with a pain in my chest
and all the pretty little words
ran off like frightened children
before a snarling dog.
I tried to give them comfort
but it was hard talking to their heels.
Meanwhile I lost time
sorting through false leads as I
searched for the last line of poetry.
It may be vanity or self delusion
but I hope this is just
another bad dream.