Tag: poetry

My Quote to Live By

Yes, oddly I do have a quote that I try to live my life by and think of often. It is “Love is a place. Yes is a world.” This is inscribed on the inside of a little silver bracelet that I wear almost… Continue Reading “My Quote to Live By”

Dear Starbucks Barista, Ten Years Later

Dontre Hamilton was killed by a Milwaukee Police Officer on April 30, 2014, in Red Arrow Park, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The park is in the center of downtown, across the street from City Hall. It was in the afternoon. A Starbucks employee called the Milwaukee… Continue Reading “Dear Starbucks Barista, Ten Years Later”

Elegy Updated

Stand with 10,000 ghosts Hear their last words Hurrying to the river Running into the trees Shedding this life for new Drop your envy and yearning on the ground Nestle your love in the rocks’ mortar Be part of the wall that stays behind… Continue Reading “Elegy Updated”

Readjustment

Leather belt cinched tight Under her plaid flannel shirt Jeans low on old hips ____________________ Photo by Roberto Sorin on Unsplash

Seven Women

Seven women came looking for news Stood at the door with their empty bags The news they had was wrinkled and old They wanted new cuts, slices of life No! No! Don’t make news just for us Don’t go to any trouble, don’t fuss Just give… Continue Reading “Seven Women”

On the Eve of 75

I wonder what it’s like to be old and then remember it is like this,my jeans have a hole at the knee that promises to spread, the holeis mysterious, a stigmata showing up overnight, tinybut unraveling, the edges stretch with every step I consider… Continue Reading “On the Eve of 75”

Balm

A hundred years here Wear a blue moon on a chain Time sheds like dog fur

Iron Woman

I wonder if ironing would soothe my mood,magically opening the ironing board after its long sojourn in the closet,smoothing the board’s cover, running my hands over old scorches,turning the iron on high, linen, maximum steam, as if to plot a murder. There are shirts… Continue Reading “Iron Woman”

Haiku: Caution

Sometimes victory Smells like a gas leak, seeping Wary of a match ________________ Photo by Devin Avery on Unsplash

Lost Art

All the whistlers left Gathered on a rock island Sweet swifts braided blue ___________________ Photo by Nathan Boadle on Unsplash