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A Love Poem to Poetry
Sticky stuff of cadence and rhyme,
repeated by humankind since vowels and consonants
first combined as stories passed from
fires to phones, stubbornly persist.

COVID 19 Self-Treatment Suggestions
So, if you are feeling sick, first seek your doctor’s advice. But if that’s not available or they are too pressed to get into the self-care details, this might save you a trip to urgent care where, if you don’t have COVID 19, you might just pick it up like the goody bag from hell to take home to your family. If you are having trouble breathing, ask your doctor over the phone if you can get a prescription for an albuterol inhaler. If you’ve been sick for a week, ask about antibiotics. COVID 19 will weaken your defenses and leave you open to opportunistic bacterial infections that go in for the kill.

A Chicken Carol
It was the week before Christmas
and all through the house
there wasn’t a sound
‘cept for that damn mouse

Put Aside
assuming there is an unlimited supply
days months years

A Sashiko Life
You might sayshe stitched her life in a loose-wove cloth Examined closelyyou can see the flawszigzagging where it should have […]

3AM
when we are literally sick and tired,
we turn back, and see others running behind us
with a bit more energy,

A Mother’s Border Policy
We don’t need the wisdom of Solomon to prioritize
all of the desperate human beings knocking at our door.

Why I Collect Cobalt Glass
Old enough to know she shouldn’t touch them,
although she often did.
Old enough to sound out the words
embossed on their labels:
Evening in Paris
Perfume
Cologne
Eau de Toilette
Toilet water in a bottle?
She would puzzle the why of it.

Gonna Make this Garden Grow
I drove home last night from our final Master Gardener class at Shaker Village. Driving through the now familiar rural […]

Your Last Lie
While you were snickering and sniveling,palms circling together in sinister delight,as you yelped, Gotcha again, libtard! While regurgitated liesslithered through […]

Atlantic City 1964
When my grandmother took me with her on her annual summer vacation to Atlantic City, it was not anything like I had expected.