Category Archives: Poems

(offensive word used here by one of the characters. sorry.) It was just a spring walk in the dogwood and cherry in a wood alongside a dirt road off another. I came upon a ramshackle shack. An old man sat … Continue reading →

Me and my comrade in a fox hole. Not exactly hearts and flowers. Not first date jitters. Not “Congratulations !!” on your new baby…. on the new home…. But appropriate for our years. The unwinable last battle lingering on the … Continue reading →

I-need-a-poem. I-need-a-poem. I need a poem right now. Where-is-my-muse? Where-is-my-muse? I couldreally use my muse! Ah!-Here-she-comes! She’s-very-near. Her breathe is in my ear! Yes!-Yes!-Yes!-Yes! She-turns-me-on! And now my poem is done! It’s-5-A-M! Here-comes-the-sun! I’m going back to bed. In-spir-a-tion is-lots-of-fun … Continue reading →

The poet lives or dies by words. But not just any words, not the most convenient words plucked from the air, haphazardly. For since a poem is a picture painted with words, they must be crystalline, making clear for the … Continue reading →

I wonder what Saint Francis did about Assisi squirrels? Did he yell from the monastery porch to scare them off? Did he charge them, gray robes flying behind him, yelling Italian profanities, gesticulating as he came on like some Latin … Continue reading →

The old guy knows how hard it is for him to stretch to trim the craggily nails of his toes. They’re seeming to be so much further away than they ever where just the other day. So, he makes a … Continue reading →

A worn T-shirt, untucked. A bed in the morning, unmade. Sure signs of disheveled minds surrendering to the wearying-wearing-weight of a worrying year whether 10, 41 or 78. It takes work to tuck a shirt. It takes commitment to make … Continue reading →

I’ve grown to love these lazy days of luxuriating under the sheets, of watching, through lace curtain windows, as the sun brightens our world and EZ-Breeze porch, of breakfasts at lunch time, of leisurely drives to our spot on the … Continue reading →

The Cardinal and his Lady sup together every evening, but take their seed from different feeders, as well they should. For they pass their days together in hectic flight, from limb to branch with hawks in sight. Yet each bares … Continue reading →

I’m not a pampered princess rendered rest-less by a pea. But I believe a hospital bed should be as comfy as it can be. Coincidentally, I ” almost-slept” in one last night. A cardiac-false-alarm-fright where all turned out alright. (certainly … Continue reading →