A Certain Intimacy…

In this pandemic time I’m gaining a certain intimacy with the sidewalks in my neighborhood Learning where the uneven-nesses are,      Where the sudden differences in elevation have caused my downfall And might again    If I happen to not be paying attention,    Looking up at the clouds for instance as I’m given … Continue reading A Certain Intimacy…

Papancea* on a Plane

It’s Monday and I’m flying home from Phoenix A friend with a recent kidney transplant and before that 5 years of dialysis Gifted me a fistful — neatly folded — of Clorox bleach wipes I wiped down the tray latch, the tray — front, back, and sides, The seatbelt buckle, and armrests Serious times calling … Continue reading Papancea* on a Plane

The Morning After

The morning after. No pill for this. I awoke at 4:30. When I wake early like that, I try not to look at my cell phone. Because it’s really iffy if I’ll get back to sleep. If I pick up a book instead, I’ll have a better chance of reading for awhile and then getting … Continue reading The Morning After

I wrote a poem…

This morning I wrote a poem.  It’s working title is “Morning Prayer”… “Morning Prayer” Each morning she steps outside Fills her eyes with sun rise  Clouds  shape and color-shift  grey to pink Low-lying like fog, high flying like cirrus, A pale crescent moon in the western sky the green green green of trees She inhales … Continue reading I wrote a poem…

  A visit home.

I arrived yesterday.  Mom was happy to see me.  Likes my hair.  A little bit longer. As it is now.  Once or twice, I thank her for the compliment.  The fourth or fifth or more times don’t have such a positive effect on me.  I try not to take it personally, not to feel annoyed. … Continue reading   A visit home.