by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 24, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Where is Home?Within my walls of skin and bonesI carry all that I need to be at home.As I bend into a tent and extend my limbsMy arms and legs create my base.Sheltered upon the earth, My folded body stretches, holds firm. I rise like a tree, roots embedded.My branches...
by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 17, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Change–Pennies from HeavenI hear the jiggle of coins—pennies from heavenNickels, dimes, and shiny quarters,As my pockets dance in sync with my walk.Divisions of money are almost irrelevant.I miss the art of writing out a check, The careful addressing of name,The...
by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 10, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Remnants of a Loved OneI smell my mother when I get my hair cutThe sickly-sweet scent of hairspray.I smell my mother when I walk by a side streetWhere the staff takes a smoke break.My eyes catch the shimmer of diamondsRings and necklaces danglingAnd her regal presence...
by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 3, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Mystery UnraveledBehind closed doorsWhispers.Not bedtime romance but hushed voicesNot to alarm the kids.But they didn’t know that walls hold secretsThat whispers are forerunners to actions.The move billed as an opportunityTold a different story.The picnic on the floor...
by Abbe Rolnick | Mar 27, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Designer SandwichA crunch on the outsidePreferably pumpernickel rye toastedNot too thin or thickJust enough to hold the center.A mixture of texturesThat meld the outer vigorWith a smooth snap.A thin coating of DijonBefore the bed of lettuceRipe tomato slices, sharp...
by Abbe Rolnick | Mar 20, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
HarmonizeI close my eyesOpen my earsHear the soundsOf the morning.The rumbling rhythms of Garbage trucks, The swish of a sweeper,The sweet high notesOf a warbler, the ca-chagrackle of the crow.I’ve come to knowThis song as my greeting.I, in my high-rise,No longer a...
