Month: September 2023

I fear some words, if spoken, would tremble panic through your skin or worse, a shudder of revulsion, wake a fear lodged waiting in the ancient hollowed memory of your bones. This is an unspoken poem. This is a...

After war they sat across from each other over loaves of bread that lay on the table between them like corpses still warm with a linger of life like the baked bricks of a burnt city. She had been a shadow in his mind, in all...

Saturday floats On the fumes of the week And on the notes Of the music That is playing in the background While I Step into The weekend Saturday floats Between Friday night And busy Sunday Resplendently Relaxing   Jennifer...

The musicians quietly Walk onto the stage One by one With their instruments in hand The lights are dim As they enter The crowd begins to hush As those in front Catch a glimpse And begin to Quiet As they take their place The...

Sliver of sunrise Through the hazy horizon Glimmer of new day Sliver of sunrise Scant pencil-thin orange line Writing the new day

Caught On the other side Of the sliding glass door Unable to get in Unable to get my attention While I am upstairs You cry, mournfully Wailing your Indignation Until I return To rescue you From the rain I hear your complaints...

for my brother, Paul The aroma of my fresh bag of coffee takes me to a café in Rome, where rain sends me inside to sit and sip and slip into memories. A Midwestern girl wanted to learn how to ask for tea in the rain. “Une tasse...

The sundial set in the pavement of the new plaza is ornament—it has no post. Moderns distrust circles, though we live on one sphere, depend on another for light. Wheels are accepted when restrained to move us in one direction,...

In the pause before the fourth quarter the band plays inconsequential tunes. There was youth, there’s love and then there’s after. When the lover dies the story ends? Unless you’re Romeo with Juliet, Isolde with Tristan, someone...

Landscape: favored subject for some painters, object of displaced desire as if it could replace clipped cords of home with the wishful thinking of grand vistas, complementary colors. Real places resist such two- dimensional...