by Abbe Rolnick | Jul 9, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
Yours to DecideIs this an unsolved problem, a situation, or a canker sore,That repeats and, in the repetition,Knocks on your door.Something you can no longer ignore.When you can’t hide,Do you open the door wide or lock yourself inside?I ask myself this, with my...
by Abbe Rolnick | Jul 2, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
A funny thing happened to me on the way…For a want-to-be comedianThose words send me off in reverie.I remember sitting in the back seat of our Oldsmobile,No seat belts, a pile of relatives back from a holiday meal.I made a joke and the entire car burst into laughter.A...
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 25, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
A Fine Mess–GradationI hear the words of my conscious“This is a fine mess you’ve made for yourself.”I wonder if the play on words gives me justification To fail, to find another way, to see differently.I remember the mess of cooking where every pot and pan is...
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 18, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
Nostalgia- A song, a smell, a scene-I made a playlist of songs of the 70s and 80sWhen I collected records With hard earned money.I play these with the hope of those timesWith words and notable vibrationsTo jolt the world into light.Add to these, Latin rhythmsThe beats...
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 11, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
Store Front Sweeper WomanI’ve traveled worldwideTo places called third worlds.Dirt roads and hutsManicured by women sun-risersWelcoming days beginningWith the swish-swish of their broom.Sweeping the past away, making each day fresh.Here in Burien where I reside,An...
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 4, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
My Childhood Comfort FoodA bowl of spaghettiButtered, no cheese or red sauce.Challah, bread of braids, Torn by my greedy hunger.Consumed with gusto,And if I was patient, sliced and toasted.Apple pie with more crust than filling,I tended toward starch, crunch Leaving...
