Remembering the anniversary of my Grandmother’s passing with this sonnet from my book “Late Model”. Wire Shopping Cart Grandma’s house-paint gray wire cart trails her down St. Clair street, kerchiefed neighbors say hello as she moves from store to store. Bargaining with first name merchants she visits the same time once a week […]
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In Memory OF… I forgot to light a candle remembering how hard we hustled threw money at chaos sweat and tears we were both banished from the beautiful people found a bottom walking separately east and north packed synchronicity pieces of disease in a bag you healed your broken body with a working dance
Counting Days greetings stamped labeled posted phone calls fielded and wished away viewing movies love’s lost and found eggnog too thick too sweet too good phone calls fielded and wished away telepathic contact raises silent ghosts eggnog too thick too sweet too good empty chocolate wrappers fill the void telepathic contact
My Love have you forgotten me in the dust of time grey and wrinkles chill the memory that sparks from deteriorating photos once we laughed naked spooned intimacy at midnight silent human endearment world of past and future light years away distant heart music yearning to touch once again long slow passion with
October’s Poem faker scrounges up a cowboy outfit escapes boys descend on the three-block march dividing up Autumn’s decorated terrain for a night of treasures golden leaves kicked airborne by frantic feet heading door to door with talk of bicycles and Saturday matinees smiling pumpkins with candles map the way there is a delight
Food As Love I like it when the house smells like latkes hot oil sizzling onions in Granny’s skillet heaping tablespoon makes the perfect size comfort food for a favored grandchild hot oil sizzling onions in Granny’s skillet Los Angeles visitor for Toronto summer comfort food for a favored grandchild a large
1974 on the road to Tiberias Israeli sun colored my skin pebbles underneath my feet ancient dust swirled toward shore clear water splashed at my ankles ten paces seaward still standing standing where Jesus walked witness busload of Christian tourists ankle deep in summer and socialism Rolling Stones keep singing “Heart of Stone”
Unfinished History push the crib in front of the television black-and-white images replace parenting learn to spell words like Kent and Winston spend hours with my grandfather watching six guns blazing the family gathered for Ed Sullivan the hanging of Eichman from Israel evening news was on CBS and NBC neither seemed political
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Watering Hole metal legged bar stool beckons for a man who has no friends human sounds float around him glass of scotch and a facade a man who has no friends cloaked in tattered barroom bravado glass of scotch and a disguise comfortable conversations with strangers cloaked in tattered barroom bravado ambient
August 16th 1977 King’s music rocks steady in Memphis hands touch the iron gates of Graceland curled up by grief induced pain fan’s tears pour to the ground hands touch the iron gates of Graceland pill vials litter royal tiki room wife’s tears pour to the ground she took his child when she