My Pants are too Long

My Pants are too Long

My pants are too longFrayed at the edgesI’m guilty of caring lessJust as I care moreIronically, I blame my heightThe plague of petite affirmations.I don’t look in the mirrorBut others do.I’m elderly, not wanting to changeStubborn in keeping blue jeansThat flair or hug...
Gossip

Gossip

GossipI remember the telephone gameWhere you whisper something to a friendWho whispers to another friend and after a few roundsThe message had morphed to an outrageous story.Inevitably the message becomes tinged.Is there such thing as positive gossip?Do where share...
Security Blanket

Security Blanket

Security BlanketWorn threadbareA child holds on to the holesThe deep snugglesWhere tears arrive and fears settle in.It’s the blanket thatWraps the child in loveFamiliar like The bunny rabbit with its missing earDragged beyond into the other world.I seek security in...
Healing and Reconciliation

Healing and Reconciliation

Healing and ReconciliationI’m absorbed in the realm Of reconciliation:As I’ve partially set my next novel in a small town in the US And in the war-torn country ofColombia.Military wounds, militias, governments, drugs.Versus humanity.It’s always the children that...
Impressions of Mongolia

Impressions of Mongolia

Impressions of Mongolia On the last grand adventure in the desert, a drizzle of rain sprinkles the dirt, a counter rhythm to the music of the wind. I can’t yet speak of the day, as it has yet to unfold—only that the center lodge, where we meet from our separate yurts...

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