The stars are lost somewhere

over the upturned roof shakes

No doubt who is the lady of this house

the one in the red beret

gold pin on her coat

the one who rises early

for her crosswords and tea

small bits  of buttered bread

to grab a moment for… Read full post »

I am tired

before the sun comes up

over the strip of highway

following other tired people

over the hills

downing the coffee

and changing the music… Read full post »

 "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from… Read full post »

   ( My Son with his Daughter last December ) 

the sun is now rising

pink as the shell of her ear

as the buds of her cheek

on this ability to be 

soft

as the creases in my skin… Read full post »

stultified,  these last days

since your falling apart

a miasma cloud

since the day you woke

up

and claimed you couldn't stop crying

it's as if none of us could rightly grieve

without the dam breaking

for you first

there is

not enough wine

in the world … Read full post »

I am still a woman

may I  remind 

you,  with those eyes

feigning interest

your yawn at my nakedness

so telling

I ask to  

please 

not  phone in this night

yes, I am  seeking  one true

word,… Read full post »

                                 Sunrise Cape May NJ.

Why is it ever;  rebirth

redoing, reflecting, renunciation… Read full post »

 hurtling toward thunder

august night sky flashing

cicadas shriek deafening

slip into manual;  to 80

to where the shrieks are trails

 … Read full post »

 Wood smoke blue-grey

 against our blue-grey morning

 warm moist air fills in corners

 the logs are staidly stacked,

the lamp purposefully set stands ready… Read full post »

I dreamed how the sea tastes

on skin

the smell of ocean in tangled hair

 sun streaked

a dream of creaky beds

brown arms  

and ceiling fans

the feeling of waves … Read full post »

Today,  the first morning 

you in the ground

Just a day ago

I peered dizzily down down

into that brown hole

Fearing I would fall in the intense July heat

 sickly sweet smell of lilies

Struggling not to call out

don't go, 

please

but it was over

and I had… Read full post »

                                  

pick me up ?

(like you always did)

arm out the window

hand on the wheel

hey Dad

thanks 

for the greenmobile 

always

coming for… Read full post »

                                 (moon rise over the trees on my farm tonight)

XXVII&… Read full post »

universe, I thank you

for today,  your gift

of father

for a sacred few hours

not the dad I remember,  no

but still 

dad

sad, and frighteningly small

but yet, I saw him again

and he,… Read full post »

Amidst the high rise buildings , in one of busiest sections of a large city is a jewel, a haven, an oasis.  

The University of Pennsylvania's Archaeology and Science Museum, a Beaux-Arts style building.  

When needing a respite from… Read full post »

( Dad and I,  1986) 

 This is how I remember my dad. This really is not a poem, maybe a meditation or some memories,  on how some things are just intrinsically linked together in your childhood memories of father, of dad. Everyone here has been so kind already… Read full post »

perhaps you know this night

this 3am

yes the best linens, feather pillow 

perhaps you know this bed

this awake

this space beside me

that upon awakening

sits on my chest

cuts off breath, pushes down shoulders

till the sound of my heart, a gong… Read full post »

 faces in a drawer

gone now to black and white

to found and lost

these eyes and smiles

these treasures of a moment

glowing towards one who held the camera

who… Read full post »

As I've gotten older, I have discovered the joys of recollection, savoring what I have come to c… Read full post »

the day after the day

a cherry scented lotion you would never wear

wrapped  in dime store cellophane

remains of bubblegum scented soap

and smudged mascara

flecks of silly ticker tape ribbon

that refuse to be swept away

dullard heads of roses begin

their sullen droop 

those co… Read full post »