Thursday, May 21, 2020


Those old love poems
worked hard
but failed to fly;

these poems, for you,
ascend, never looking back.

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Tuesday, May 19, 2020


Implicit in
every portal,
every entrance
every pathway
is a decision:
do this
or do that.

Most days
the choices
are overwhelming
and I rely
on habit,
other’s decisions
or time
to decide for me.

I walked through
the door
that said

“try writing again,”

and now
that I have
crossed that threshold,
I stop to consider
I carelessly
skipped over
the portal that said

“write something better

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Wednesday, May 13, 2020

“Isn’t This Fun?”

The usual vibe
these coronavirus nights
my Ollie
planted between myself
and his sexy grandma
because we have
a king-size bed.

We play,
we giggle,
we slow down

and some nights
he fights sleep,
violently, desperately
as though something
in his 30 month soul
whispered a lie
that the sleep
would be eternal,

his strength abates
and he surrenders
to the cool darkness
as we all  do,

and his breathing
is slow and deep,
as “The Cat in The Hat
Knows A Lot About That”
softly lullabies
him into narcosis
and this is our life:

the three of us
in this cozy, wondrous
cocoon of love,

and just as I drift away
I hear the cartoon cat
gleefully exclaim:

“Isn’t this fun!”