A ROSE FOR HER SISTER
She takes the garden shears with her,
Long handles, sharp blades
Crops burn in the Caucasus.
Aurora Borealis shimmers,
Streaming lilac over Chicago.
The irradiated night sky.
She steps lightly … Read more
She takes the garden shears with her,
Long handles, sharp blades
Crops burn in the Caucasus.
Aurora Borealis shimmers,
Streaming lilac over Chicago.
The irradiated night sky.
She steps lightly … Read more
Climbing through ice caverns
our refrigerated sweat crystalized
on cheekbones while long sleeve shirts
clung to damp arms like naked tongues
stuck to aluminum bars inside a freezer.
Dripping moisture … Read more
Snow which quells
fire meshes cinders
of cold and heat
falling too late to save
the man and woman
dogs now search for
in stark and … Read more
Looking back to 1969 the words seem prophetic
“He’s got a plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
plastic knees and, a perfect plastic nose.
He’s got plastic lips that hide … Read more
As it happens, reeling
from losses of strangers,
Joan Didion always slouched.
She made it glamorous,
articulate, and suave.
As it happens, Desmond Tutu.
Said “You don’t choose your family.… Read more
I was not bothered about crossings
until this morning, when I arrived
still a new one, no matter what.
Oblivious as the wall
on a busy street-The people. The traffic.… Read more