Category: Poetry
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Going to the gym on the day of their divorce
In those final days before the end she stopped picking apart his every move saw their time together for what it was this man that she had loved and known But today it is time to choose divorce or devotion, love or lose They pack their gym bags and head out Exercise side by side…
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One by one
The crinkled pages crumple under my fingers as I ball them up, one by one, and wish I had a match to make them unreadable. Fiercely I rip them, but not fast enough And I am here with a page of a first kiss to remind me. I cry and push the tears away and I’m angry that…
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I took a tumble for you, dear
Stairs are no object in this twisted game as heel slips off concrete Let’s call it an accident Dog leash wraps around ankles and calves Canines out of harm’s way and you are, too. It’s not my fault – I was tied up, don’t you see? If I tumble we all fall down. Hollow threats but…
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Man shows up at police station with four dead bodies
Family had always been most important to him. He always said he needed them to live. That was before they crossed him. That was before he found her lying there, in satin sheets given as a wedding present. He guessed she thought the gift was meant to share. Gertrude always said she shouldn’t have…
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Swindler of time
“Is it too soon?” he asked, and the look on his face was genuine but about 5 minutes too late. “Too soon for what?” she retorted, and she rolled her eyes. “Too soon for you to break my heart? Yes, I suppose it is.” “Then I’ll be back,” he promised.
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Politics 101: Learning from example
You sent Jennifer to make danishes after you smoked a blunt so when you wrapped your arms around me she wouldn’t know. Everyone experiments in high school, right? She put the icing on your treats before baking and scorched the danishes to the cookie sheet. She had the munchies. Doesn’t everyone get…
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Day One without you
Even Italian coffee doesn’t warm this heart today because I drink it alone He is in the next room but he is not you He is a tea-drinker, may not be a perfect fit but I refuse to let myself think of coffee mugs yours and mine, together on shelf in our new home or the smell…
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Why she didn’t get out of bed this morning
And what was the point, really, of waking up in the mornings She thought as she lay quietly without him Thinking about trust and promises and his words burning in her brain About how it was her – only her, always her His lies touch her soul as he begs her To never regret never…
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In 5 years (or more) I will not know you
You will merely be a distant memory during a bleak time a mistake of the heart, a trick of the mind someone whose job was to tempt fate and twist me around and around until my soul fell down. In 5 years or more I will not remember the pain the heart knows how to build…
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My own bucket list
My friend Beth wrote recently about creating a bucket list. She has inspired me to think about my own. What is it that I want to accomplish in my lifetime? 1. Write a novel. 2. Live in New York City. 3. Travel to all of the continents (this is Jeff’s idea actually, but I am on…