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They insist, my nosy children after I left the car running, forgot to pay PG&E and got lost coming home from Lucky, ending up in New Jersey What’s the problem if I know the names of my four or is it five grandkids, and can follow a football game as long as I...

The greatest paradox of all time, Is that righteous men proselytize, To desecrate and conquer, Justifying their bestial crimes As civilizing. They pillage, exterminate, and rape, As a-necessary-evil, Contradicting their own words, Barbarisms permeating, Blasphemies...

Her paws sink into the soft blanket. Like a spring they thrust her torso into the air thick with white flakes shaken from the green of spruce branches. Her glee thrills me. He stands still in his silvered black coat, his eyes and ears rimmed in white. I hear what he...

Blood was missing from my mother’s Budapest stories lost I trespassed stole her narrative from the dead. * Invisible gloves pointed to the left to the right sculpting time opening sutures-- my mother’s plasma. * During deportations mothers gave their children cyanide...

Everywhere their whispers settle on us. By day and night we pace the streets surrounded by filigreed pilasters of sunken regimes. Virtuoso fingers on the soundboard brush the dust from ancient apotheoses in the taper-lit hallways of pleasure palaces. The landscapes...

Wisdom teeth and molars require chiseled excision while other cuspids glide like baby teeth -- wobbly and wiggly at breakfast -- tucked in a pocket by lunch. Dusty silver pet bowl clatters where sainted dogs once dined. A kiss beneath Chrysler’s spire pulled from...

on this cold winter morning with one foot pointing toward spring I am still, wrapped in blankets hot coffee in my hand poetry meditation playing to help me enter into this new morning with an open heart and open mind part of me wants to go back to sleep to delay the...

I stare into the candle newly lit and I realize I am the light I join the flame as it flickers and dances to illuminate the dark room I am the light that I seek in these dark times my hope lifts me, even a fraction I’ve been looking outside for illumination and joy...

a magical sound woke me from slumber today my cat, Timber 17 years old and doing poorly crying, softly, from his food dish to be fed I had forgotten what that sounded like in the time I have been coaxing him to eat tempting him with delectable canned foods that he now...

A slow-moving storm has been leaning over us for hours. You can feel in the air the oncoming night of January rain, but I’m waiting in the car outside Trader Joe’s, listening to torn-off strips of conversation while people go in and come out of the store. A blonde...