Beloved child,
little
gentle one.
Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,
shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.
Beloved child,
little
gentle one.
Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,
shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.
I’m clearing
the so-what stench
of sweat-soiled shirts
from my bedroom floor
We have a problem, my friend, can’t you see?Stacks of junk where beauty should be.Why do we continue to buy, only later to trash?What happened to mending or saving some cash?It’s long past time we live more thoughtfully. Discarded piles of scrap and trashHastily tossed, forgotten, fragmented,Shattered, splintered, tattered, tornOnce prized, for a time, they…
It’s such an old-fashioned term:groceries. Coming down.A beautiful term: groceries;sort of a bag with things in it. Groceries are coming down.I talked about groceries. A lot.The stomach is speaking;it always does. I talked a lot about groceries.A vote for Trump. Means: cheaper.The stomach is speaking;a beautiful term: groceries. A vote: for Trump means cheaperbag with…
“Verbs are the heartbeat of language. They move us from thought to action, from stillness to momentum.” — Unknown My Mother My motheris a verb Past tense:as a light-sleeping child,I saw Momcompleting daytime tasksuntouchedshe moved through roomsuncluttered by adverbs,sewing, ironing, foldingfreshly-washed laundrywhile midnight shows hummedto keep her company Continuous form:stitching and pressing,hustling,silently conjugating,ordering lovethrough action Perfect…
Was it the words?
The themes?
The style?
No.
It had to be
The title.
If there was a biography about me, what would the title be? This is a tough one, but I will give it a shot: To Kill the Other Mockingbird The Perks of Being the Other Wallflower I Am the Other America The Other Sound and the Fury All Quiet on the Other Front We Need…