Saturday, January 31, 2026

perennial

……Love me
             Love me not 
You didn’t know that you loved me

But then whoever knows - a few perhaps 
Perhaps even more:  many more in February 

The hearts and the red and the day 

Filled with chocolates and flowers 

Red spills into white 

Carnations 

Given freely 

I never did care for roses

If I had kept all the roses every male and one female 
Ever gave me - my cabinets would be littered 
Crumbled dried bits of love with sticks 

Sticks that prickled 

When asked - why - for love most responded 

One - said I thought it would be nice 

And we left it at that - I hear those were placed into a hole

Perhaps there was enough left in them to bloom  








Saturday, January 24, 2026

coldness' gift

i write so beautifully
an easy leap into a known existence 

i have nothing to do 
right now and have everything 

the cold has made me a moment 

a moment of nothing 

to do. 

what a gift to have 

if i only - i could think 
break away - pray 

an action - work is paused 
for a moment - tomorrow 
the pressure will be mine 

but now 

right now I write. 

Tuesday, December 30, 2025

Two thousand twenty and six

What I want to write about: 

I haven’t had the strength 

To move 

I’m locked in 

Each month at the start 

Then the middle 

And the end of the month 

I know 

It must be done 

Still part of me 

Won’t move - not yet - not now - soon 


A Cat Never Wrote a Good Essay

It never starts with a title 
My poetry - it starts with a line 
A word - a sentiment - a tear 

Today as I contemplated English 

The kind I taught when I was younger 
Which I graded and snickered at - amazed 
That these humans could even breath 

Today - I hear there is a leveling field 

Put in prompts - out comes essays that surpass 
My snickers  - ai may never have a soul 

But maybe just maybe 

                           - demolish the old 

The realm of humans who discounted children 
That did not know commas or thesis or the absurd 

Yes - a cat may have never written a good essay 

                            - is there a need 

For a soul to 

Monday, November 18, 2024

Anthology

If there was a lifetime 

I could not read it all 

Perhaps it’s my eyes 

They are older and harder to focus 

Perhaps my age  - I’ve lived past 

Some moments - first love: deeper 

Loss - children: almost grown 

Divorce and happiness 

The discovery there is no good: there is no evil 

An awakening that has taken me down 

As I continue to grasp the strings which connect 

Me to this existence - yes - if I had a lifetime 

It would not be enough but I at least can start 

The remembrance - the intermingling of branches 

The leaves that fall and are picked up and placed 

In books such as these 

Where voices have an audience hundreds of years 

Into a future known only to the writer - the leaf 

Will fall out and the words will remain and it will 

Be another lifetime- perhaps then I can get it right

We can meet under a new moon 

Kiss 

Go back into our lives: see my kids grow every day 

          A better or a worse existence is unknown 

What I do know is - 

          I never would’ve had so many cats 

Never known such love 

          Such sunrises and sunsets 

In a Kansas sky

                         The moment I knew 

It might be real - was when you held 

My hand - we had a moment of a future 

                         The title didn’t matter 

It could be fixed: paneling removed 

The carpet pulled - the tile shattered - 

                         The wires pulled - 

It could all be done

                         The moment you held 

My hand - then you held another 

It was an easy leap: to two then three 

To a moment that almost took my life 

And yours: exhaustion and fear became 

Our companion 

“The seven stages of man” - or woman 

Or what has become known as a prologue 

Where it all became tic for tac: there was no escape 

Guilt. Love. Hurt. A decorum of delusion scattered 

It was a tense 

A movement of extreme skill

I learned so much 

How to grout 

How to move in the present 

It was a gift 

A skill 

A movement into a new existence 

A craft to be mastered - to be left 

And what was left beyond a few 

Moments and pets and thoughts 

A lingering of what may have 

Should have: could have: did 

It not feel real - a hug a moment 

To long to keep 

Thursday, November 14, 2024

Fear

I saw a movie
A simple film* 

Man died 
Life reviewed 

A nice man 
With an ok life 

A job, a divorce, no kids

A small BMW 
              Not the 750 

But no amount of car would’ve saved him 

A bus hit him 

The review was long
For such a simple life 

9 days to show his fear of living 

Because on earth 

This simple earth 

Is of overcoming fear 

*Defending Your Life (1991)






Saturday, November 02, 2024

Dissident

In being honest with myself
I’m a bit lost - like a poem 
That has not found its shape 

A voice it has - a destination 
Set - but a shape - lost which 
Is strange because I’ve always 

Had the same shape - give or 
Take a few pounds - enough 
To entice but not enough to 

Fear - as I enter my fifty second 
Rotation around this cloudy earth 
Perhaps I’ll find my shape 

And the fear will dissipate as fear tends to do