Morning of Flight

  • Greta

    December 30, 2019 by

    In EU, parents nightmare, She quit eating, quit talking, Just hypocrites or Parents sitting Out, under control not in very Bad place, energy when father vegan, Mother never flying, daughters, Greta eating vegan pie, famous, Dancing like frown, one hundred People hugging, yet, fake news People don’t understand, we wear Sweaters, make our home cooler… Read more

  • May I Add Majesty in Voice

    September 3, 2019 by

    I was young, just 17-years-old Long in my deliberations, thinking Here nor there. My mind rampent With my body, with the other, her Dear soprano, we felt love in hiding, Yet, my voice rose in adoration of beauty, First tenor, I could sing to high “C.” Lord forgive me for years of waste, But until… Read more

  • Alice

    August 18, 2019 by

    She lay in her bed Bunched in yellow skin Yelling, “Ma, I got to go!” My grandmother weak Of mind vowed Twenty-five years ago To take her into every Condition, apartment Life like no poverty Known in our dimming Past as California receeded Into nothingness, rough Into more than we Could bare, mire left alone… Read more

  • Son’s Love for Two Sisters

    August 17, 2018 by

    Dorothy, their dear tender mother, Who listened to her sons in sickness, Dorothy meaning “Gift of God,” May we remember dear Ruth, Beauty, wonder in recognition her tenderness toward Dorothy Hoffman His mother Citizen of His Crown, Ruthie’s Beauty given from God, his mother had instinct, Ruth undermining hate making greatness as a Certified Nursing… Read more

  • This is ever with me…

    May 9, 2018 by

    i My attitude unfurls into nights I’ve risenĀ at 4:00 a.m. to find the mother Moon, my mother, walking children Across rough, black-top roads To hide eternal oncoming cars Behind her mother. Walking I realized Death might come that night Any night so stalked beneath Her Star God, Yahweh, burning Into eyes, like Sol, or Bush;… Read more

  • There is Another Mention

    October 26, 2019 by

    Belief or non-belief, Green is gone to brown logs Down on Turtle creek, So what? I sit before light Writing poems about my life, Some brave soul, my dear wife Dear ever, I don’t care if she Is Jealous, overlooks, my sarcasm Cynical mind, my soul is brave, Yet together we must leave, We won’t… Read more

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