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

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.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

(Two squirrels and two robins)

Two squirrels and two robins
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

(Without my glasses)

Without my glasses,
the neighbor's dog looks like a
turkey vulture on a leash.

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.

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.

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.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

(The courtesy flush)

The courtesy flush
acts as an air savior with
bidet behavior.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

(Christmas cat)

Christmas cat –
bedside greeting
begins with a pounce

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.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

(sampling of the city)

sampling of the city:
snaking post office line
10 days before Christmas

Saturday, December 05, 2015

(bright Thanksgiving day)

bright Thanksgiving day
drinking eggnog on the porch
sunshine and crisp leaves

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Thanksgiving Traffic

Three miles in an
hour and a half --
bumper-to-bumper
interstate congestion and
stomach indigestion,
angry drivers with
hungry kids, no
exit in sight, and
no explanation.
Arrivals delayed;
hugs and hand-
shakes on hold;
dinners postponed.
It was easy to get
irritated and impatient,
until we saw
the white sheet
on the ground.
Suddenly, we were
thankful for the
fume-filled air that
we were breathing.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

(cat dusty)

cat dusty
from her romp
in the windowsill

Saturday, November 07, 2015

(cat in a frenzy:)

cat in a frenzy:
from the window --
watching falling leaves

Saturday, October 31, 2015

(eyes widen:)

eyes widen:
brilliant, cranberry-
orange-colored foliage

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

(honey-colored leaves)

honey-colored leaves
lining the road
creating a street of gold

Monday, October 26, 2015

(Wet dogs smell like wet)

Wet dogs smell like wet
leaves even if the dogs have
not played in wet leaves.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

(the leaves mimicking)

the leaves mimicking
the sound of raindrops in the
wooded autumn hills