My motheris a verb While sleepingas a youngchild, I wouldoften awakeonly to find Momworkingon tasks left undoneduring regular hours I would find hersewingironing or foldingfreshly-washedlaundrywhile quietly watchingmidnight showsto keep her company When shewould sleepI did not know
Pronouns are likewater While not asflavorful As otherbeverages It’sa freshelement That’sa big deal Whenyou tryliving Withoutthem
Our pasts aren’t perfectLanguages evolveScience identifies patternsLeading to conclusionsNumbers comminglingCan lead toInfinite possibilitiesOpinions aren’t factsNor are they all Equally validBias can stunt growthEquity is notSocialism nor communism We can’t learnIf we won’t listenClosed mindsDon’t have enoughRoom to grow
HowCan we manageSavingFor a rainy day When We areEnduringUnprecedentedDroughts?
I just atethe chicken enchiladasthat were left onmy front porch Whichyou might beexpectingto be delivered Sorrythey were temptingso cheesyand hot Sometimes I reach out to the best for inspiration. Thank you William Carlos Williams.
I’m cravinga solidsaucy steakperfectly searedslightly pinkin the middle realbad Add sidesof sautéed mushroomscaramelized onionsand buttery steamedasparagus stems And a bigbaked potatoloadedsour creambacon bitschives Now… Where to go? DoorDash?Grubhub?Uber Eats?
See colorEmbraceFist bumpGreetThe brindled beautyGlowing in the pallid pinksMingling withThe boldest browns Salute the spectrumRefracting lightPainting memoriesAs you rub shouldersAnd break breadAt backyard barbecuesAnd neighborhoodBlock parties
I’ve changed the order of my stanzas several times. I think I have it the way I like it now.
I am from subtle chlorine smellsLingering on skinAfter hours-long staysAt the suburban community Swimming pool I am from duskyCard gamesUno, Phase 10, Hand and Foot,Played in backyard patiosAs the hot summer breezesWhisper a chill retreat I am from lost toilet paper rollsMissing from several house pantriesEventually being discoveredDangling from treesOf an unsuspecting neighbor My version… Continue reading Origin Story
When Truth approachedMy front porchI turned downHer friendly visit I knewShe carried wearisome wordsSo I refused To listen I could ignoreThe ringingDinging doorbellBy masking with singing I could hideIn a back roomTurning out the lightsPretending not to be home But ringing became knockingPounding louder and louderUntil I the only reasonable choiceWas to open the door Truth… Continue reading Truth Came Calling
When technology failsAll we can do is rebootThen testAnd waitWaitWait … until it startsworking again.
She is a solid granite blockcarved from mountain quarriesA full-sized mirrorrevealing both beauty and blemish She is the bright northern lightnavigating our journey the the darkest of nightsA photographunfiltered and raw She is truth
Three rules about being a hero: Stand for truth.Consistently. Defend the most vulnerable.Fearlessly. Reject the critics.Entirely.
Where are the so-called brave?Not the brazen body who crows for camerasAnd proclaims this land as theirs ripe for reclamation.Nor the type who tirelessly tweetsTo repeatedly and reprehensibly troll and trend,Manufacturing anguish and outrageOut of dreamed-up dilemmas. But rather the breed that stands aloneTall against plastic peersWho have long abandoned honorNow displaced by forced fealty.The… Continue reading Where are the Brave?
Chasing Chillsummer breezesto scuttlethe scorchingheat Seeking Shieldedsoothing shadeto escapethe sun’s gallingglare Requesting Suddennoontime showersto relieveearth’s desperatethirst
Clean the house–beyond the surface–deep where pests have borrowed.
I used to believe in America
I need a photograph to preserve this moment in my memory book, but I am on the highway–traveling east–the nearest off ramp miles away.
Objects age and need repair, pass on to others, or get discarded. When I am gone, all that will remain of me are my words.
My kotegenic journeybegan last week I must cut carbohydrate consumptionespecially provisionspacked with processed sugars Swap sweetswith nutsstring cheese when I yearn for a snack I’ve held fastfor a weekand have survived Yet, nowI am staring at this bowlcreamy cold covered in caramelsinful hot fudgeand ethereal whipped topping Dark chocolateis a heart-healthy cheatallowed in a ketogenic diet… Continue reading Fat Bomb