May 15, 2018

Our best times were on the lake

in a leaky rental rowboat,
oars slicing through the peaceful blue-green water
smoothly gliding across the glassy surface

Our best times were on the lake
with our borrowed bamboo poles
worms wiggling in a Maxwell House coffee can

Happily ever after smolders on the ash heap
Moving on without a touchstone, not a penny in my purse,
the distant whistle's wailing underscores my desolation
Yearning for my yesterday, I hurry to the window

in my shabby, shuffling sandals, unholy holey hose
Moths flutt...

October 5, 2016

For the first time in thirty-four years, I am responsible for ONLY ME. For. the. first. time. Not my kids, not Bob, not everyone else first before me. My children are grown and very capable of taking care of their own lives and have been for some time. Of course, I wil...

October 3, 2016

And I still can. Dance with me?

September 29, 2016

Ring the bells that still can ring...

Forget your perfect offering...

There's a crack in everything...That's how the light gets in


Today I close the door to the Past,

Open the door to the future,

Take a deep breath,

Step. On. Through...


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