Sunday, October 23, 2016

Goodbye -for Mary E.*

Abandon us
just as the cold and dark
settle in
and we most need
the hard flint of your words
to strike a light on the page.

Go ahead, leave us.
I won't miss your
wit and wisdom,
your pithy profundities,
your erudite elderhostiles.**

Thank you writer-friend
for your word pictures,
your solid sentence structure,
the poems hewn
from pain and pleasure.

I will miss the shelter
of your words.


*Mary E. is a writer and friend who is moving out-of-state. She has been an integral part of Saturday writing group.
**elderhostiles are Mary's vignettes about life at her senior housing complex.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Goodnight, Garden / A Final Garden / October, Alaska

Goodnight, Garden

Time to
put the garden
to bed,
tucked under a
blanket of leaves.
Rest now,
have sweet dreams
of spring sun.
Night, night.

A Final Garden

Some year,
perhaps soon,
I will plant
my final garden.
Autumn now
for me,
loss and decay
after splendid summer
of growth and color.
Some time-
a big sleep
with no awakening
when I
become earth.

October, Alaska

I want to take
big, fat bites
of the sun,
to feast on light
before winter.
Might be stuffed
with sunlight
for a day,
not sustained
for the season.


Thursday, September 29, 2016

Random Acts of Writing -Just Giggle It

Yes, today's offerings are leftovers -bits of writing that will spoil if I don't use them.

1) Aileen's Axiom: incorrect information travels 10 times faster than correct information.

2) question you probably won't get in a job interview - What is your astrological sign and how will it affect your work?

3) list of people and groups of people a certain male presidential candidate hasn't ridiculed, mocked, scorned or belittled -
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4) "Giggle it" - what I recently heard someone I know (and am married to) say instead of "Google it."  I quite like this.

5) The stingrays at SeaWorld look like giant, flattened swimming rats. This does not appeal to me.

Wow, writing is exhausting. I better pace myself and take a nap.


Friday, September 16, 2016


I found this recently and wasn't going to post it but the line "I used to be a person" has haunted me all week. It was written maybe 8 or 9 years ago about an elderly friend.

"I used to be a person"
she said, eyes begging belief,
a spot of food on her face
framed by stringy hair.

"I haven't always been like this"
prefaces a repeated story.
"I'm 77 right?"
She is 80, the same as 5 minutes ago.
"You're old enough" I respond.
She smiles slightly.
What do numbers mean anyway?

"I had a restaurant and children"
tells about them,
shuffling decades
a deck at cards, dropped.

Memory and shadow are the same
as she announces
"I'm going to be a person again."


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Aging is Weird*

Whose body is this?
it's mine.
Didn't recognize it
for a minute,
this shape-shifting
used vehicle.
Who is that grayhead
in the mirror?
it's me.
'Twas only
a few years ago-
make that 45-
that I was using Sun-In.**

Ha! Go ahead-
droop, creak, dry up.
It's  a wrinkle fest.
Smooth, supple skin
is so over-rated.

I know this-
I must stay alive
to find the answer
to burning questions such as:
Will I be popular in the nursing home?
(my last shot)

Weird, this aging business.
Was there an instructional DVD
I missed?
What if I
suck at aging?
Aim for grace,
hit grouchy instead?
Can't bear to flunk
the aging well test -
returned with a big, red F.

*but probably beats the alternative
*bonus points if you used Sun-In


Thursday, August 25, 2016


Description: the state or condition of being infected with perfectionism.

Symptoms: persistent attempts to achieve the u achievable, holding oneself up to unrealistic standards, bullying oneself resulting in emotional pain, shame and blame.

Prognosis: potentially fatal if left untreated. Even mild cases can suck the joy out of life. No known cure but ongoing treatment prevents relapse.

Treatment: daring to be mediocre. Staring the Not Good Enough beast in the face. Facing the Big Empty and saying "Ha! I'm not afraid of you." Risking vulnerability.

Causes: appears to have both familial and environmental factors.


Sunday, August 14, 2016

Little Quiets plus haiku

Little Quiets

loud world -
big, brash, bellowing.
Abrasive, angry, agitating.
Enough already.
Need little quiets
to comfort,
provide refuge
from the bloated bluster.
loud world
while I listen to
little quiets.

Dipping and diving,
anointing in the birdbath,
the blessing of birds.