minutes from the beach
home of my alma mater
my coming of age
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
(A grown woman missed)
A grown woman missed
the toilet at work, pissed on
the floor and left it.
the toilet at work, pissed on
the floor and left it.
Labels:
Bathroom Poems,
Haiku,
People Poems,
Work Poems
Sunday, May 08, 2016
Happy Mother's Day!
Woman of the Word
for Julie Jarrett Hall
I remember walking through the backyard
behind our little brick house, singing the lines
to your songs during my afternoon playtime.
I felt important, knowing all the words and
the melodies. Proud of myself, I sang the
verses and choruses out loud, feeling some
sense of connection with your songs and
with you. On those hot summer days, I was
proud of myself, proud of you and proud
to be your daughter.
Thursday, May 05, 2016
Saturday, April 30, 2016
A Closing Comment as National Poetry Month Comes to Conclusion:
Poetry is music set to words.
Huzzah for words and music!
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Happy Record Store Day!
The Dancing Queen
She taught us what it meant to
be married to melody -- singing
and dancing across the linoleum
floor, sometimes lip-syncing and
sometimes belting out the lines
with gusto. My sisters and I sang
into hairbrushes with a sparkle in
our eyes, while the vinyl spun
'round and Mom reigned as queen
of the dining room dance floor.
Saturday, April 02, 2016
Hacker
He clears his throat
out of habit
and sheer desperation.
Announcing his arrival,
he uses his hacking cough,
however subconsciously,
to solicit attention,
leaving no doubt
that he is in the vicinity.
The aural assault
begs a comment, question,
some sort of human interaction.
"Bless you."
"Are you okay?"
"Yikes! You scared me."
The shocking, deafening blast
serves as his calling card,
ensuring that, however lonely,
he will not be forgotten,
at least not yet.
out of habit
and sheer desperation.
Announcing his arrival,
he uses his hacking cough,
however subconsciously,
to solicit attention,
leaving no doubt
that he is in the vicinity.
The aural assault
begs a comment, question,
some sort of human interaction.
"Bless you."
"Are you okay?"
"Yikes! You scared me."
The shocking, deafening blast
serves as his calling card,
ensuring that, however lonely,
he will not be forgotten,
at least not yet.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Sticky Fingers: Like a Kid in a Candy Store
Dear Co-worker:
My candy dish is a gesture of goodwill -- meant to be
visited a couple of times during the workday in moderation --
not a vehicle by which to fill your child's entire Easter basket.
Signed,
Your Supposed Sugar Mommy
My candy dish is a gesture of goodwill -- meant to be
visited a couple of times during the workday in moderation --
not a vehicle by which to fill your child's entire Easter basket.
Signed,
Your Supposed Sugar Mommy
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Reverse Vampires
Some people who live alone
act like reverse vampires.
They suck the bloody life
out of their co-workers by day --
demanding and commanding the attention of their colleagues,
holding court by holding folks hostage,
unloading their every thought and question and concern on people
like a dump truck possessed of the devil --
and retreat to their solitary homes alone at night,
lying in wait for the sun to come up again
and provide them with fresh blood
to live another day.
act like reverse vampires.
They suck the bloody life
out of their co-workers by day --
demanding and commanding the attention of their colleagues,
holding court by holding folks hostage,
unloading their every thought and question and concern on people
like a dump truck possessed of the devil --
and retreat to their solitary homes alone at night,
lying in wait for the sun to come up again
and provide them with fresh blood
to live another day.
Saturday, March 19, 2016
(Two squirrels and two robins)
Two squirrels and two robins
scampered away through the trees
like Noah's ark escapees.
scampered away through the trees
like Noah's ark escapees.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Happy "Green" Day!
I Am Abuzz
I feel as if
the windows to the world
have been thrown open, like
french doors flung wide
to reveal before me
oceans once unseen
countless hills of green
and a slate scrubbed clean.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Sunday, February 14, 2016
(Live well and love well.)
A rerun on Valentine's Day, after learning that a friend was in a serious accident and is now in a coma:
Live well and love well.
For today is all we have,
so far as we can tell.
Live well and love well.
For today is all we have,
so far as we can tell.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Snow Garden
Our yard was a garden
of snow and our father
was the gardener. He
made snow forts and
an obstacle course of
sorts for my sisters and
me in the front yard one
winter. It was an exciting
adventure, and a little
bit scary, but I felt safe
knowing that Dad was
guiding the sled and
guarding the fort. I still
remember his laugh
that day as we squealed
with delight, holding tight
to the orange, plastic sled.
of snow and our father
was the gardener. He
made snow forts and
an obstacle course of
sorts for my sisters and
me in the front yard one
winter. It was an exciting
adventure, and a little
bit scary, but I felt safe
knowing that Dad was
guiding the sled and
guarding the fort. I still
remember his laugh
that day as we squealed
with delight, holding tight
to the orange, plastic sled.
Monday, January 18, 2016
One Fine Day
Note: I wrote this on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day in 2013 -- a triply historic holiday.
On MLK Day,
inauguration day,
on the day
that a gay
Cuban-American poet
read a poem
to America,
I am moved
to tears
in the sunlight
of my study,
thankful
for the sunshine,
my books, and
the partner
our dog, cat and I
await, who will
join us after work
on this fine day.
On MLK Day,
inauguration day,
on the day
that a gay
Cuban-American poet
read a poem
to America,
I am moved
to tears
in the sunlight
of my study,
thankful
for the sunshine,
my books, and
the partner
our dog, cat and I
await, who will
join us after work
on this fine day.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
I Love Snow
for Julie
I remember
the Christmas
that you and I
mended our friendship.
You wore a
cool, retro
fur coat
and we walked to
the park across
the street from
Debbie's house.
That night we
laughed and sang
about snow
with the Christmas
lights shining
behind us
and the future bright;
ahead of us.
I remember
the Christmas
that you and I
mended our friendship.
You wore a
cool, retro
fur coat
and we walked to
the park across
the street from
Debbie's house.
That night we
laughed and sang
about snow
with the Christmas
lights shining
behind us
and the future bright;
ahead of us.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
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