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Roots
I’m clinging on like these gnarled anchors I’m balancing on the water’s edge Toeing the shoreline like a nimble dancer My dog dives The water glistens I’m happy to be alive Still looking for answers Connected like the branches Hovering the great lake Climbing higher Among the birds I listen Holding unmet desire Here with
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Flames
I see the flames coming from your window I watch them burn Your carpals flex Your first two phalanges wave Anticipating what’s next Up to your mouth, encircling that skinny candy stick I’m petrified as it touches your lips Another puff en route to the grave The vapor rises As does your blood pressure When
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Father’s Day
Blue, green, white stripes on a rectangular bag Tissue paper atop On my table Mid-summer It takes me back For there’s a gift inside I can’t wait to give A wide-brimmed hat Flip flops Chocolate raisinets Mementos of my childhood Marvelous times I can’t forget For you and my mother made it so good We
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The Man in the Garden
I asked to meet You Yesterday when I was in the garden Fed up with my week Trying to help the frail and weak Feeling flustered by the sick and their poor nutrition Almost ready to give up Tired of watching people muck Overjoyed to be alone Burned out by definition A Sunday afternoon I
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Summer Soul
It’s springtime outside but it feels like late fall in my soul Loved ones are dropping like leaves I catch a glimpse of sun But then it seems to set immediately What I thought I had slips out of my control Anything good is just a tease Separation follows behind a marriage Words mean nothing
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Daisy’s Obituary
Daisy May Reed, a German shepherd-whippet mix, departed this life peacefully on Tuesday, March 15th, 2022 in Norfolk, VA. She was 13-years-old, just a few weeks shy of her 14th birthday. Her enthusiasm for life and her unconditional love will be deeply missed. It’s difficult to put into words the sheer joy she brought into
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Caribbean Casino
This is horrible Tuxedoes and fancy dresses On a cruise ship In the casino Alcohol on everyone’s lips She’s in a tight black dress Not feeling herself Starting to second guess the whole thing Dipping low Everything shows Her friends at the table People she doesn’t really know A guy in a tux looks at
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Shepherd’s Pie
Our house was built in 1950 It’s modest and too small for most But the perfect place for you and me Soon to be paid off – our secret boast On a Sunday night you made shepherd’s pie We were hungry and ready to dine You asked me to go to the kitchen to check
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Huuuhhhh!
One of my favorite movies is Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. It reminds me a lot of me and Richard. Sam Sparks and Flint Lockwood, that is. Plus, I think the writers of the story were brilliant. Something that stood out to me while watching it again (funny how you pick up on new
writings on life
gremlin fodder 