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12 January 2017

Cabin Fever Achiever

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Cabin Fever Achiever

Mist in the canyon puts a sheer curtain between me and the other side.
Wintery weather is giving me cabin fever by keeping me inside.
Cold wind blowing wetness around would be like facing suicide.
Remaining under the roof to stay warm and dry is the upside.
I’m indoors while my mind goes stark crazy wanting to be outside.

24 December 2016

Slightly Unsightly



Slightly Unsightly
17 Dec 2016

Is this how I look, now that I’m over sixty?
What I see in the mirror, is it really me?
So much for looking like a movie star,
My unsightly face is made for radio.
It’s lob-sided and my nose has a scar.
I would love having good looks for video.
It’s sad how ugly goes clear to the bone,
But heavy and fat are only deep skin.
Alas, ugly seems to be carved in stone
And any hope of a fix must be forsaken.
I don’t know, mixed feelings arise,
Was it a compliment or notoriety?
They gave me the first-place, grand prize,
In a contest at the Ugly Poet Society.

16 December 2016

Ash Tree Pantry


Ash Tree Pantry
16 Dec 2016

When the snow’s fallen all around,
During the coldest time of the year,
Birds can’t find food on the ground,
But the trees give sustenance and cheer.
In the yard’s a mountain ash tree.
It’s where the robins come to eat.
The red berries are as pretty as can be
And the birds enjoy them as a treat.
The leaves are all gone, blown away.
The branches are full of red berries,
Giving the robins a reason to stay
And be nature’s cheerful emissaries.

21 November 2016

Workshop Stop


Workshop Stop

Giving myself an outtake,
Taking a moment of ease,
During the seminar break,
I relaxed in the bay breeze.
I paused from taking notes.
The humid air was sea-scented.
The docks were filled with boats.
The cloudless sky was unornamented.
Close to the water, by the harbor,
Included in the idyllic scene,
In the bougainvillea arbor
A small stray cat was seen.
The cat was too high up to touch
So it was allowed to roam free.
My mind was on writing and such
And the cat could live without me.

11 November 2016


This poem is written without capitalization or punctuation, making it vague like dreams.

Trance Expanse

sometimes a sensation of spinning
or a panicked feeling of falling
at sleep’s nebulous beginning
frequently floating, just lolling
or jumping to different scenes
interacting with family or friends
from co-workers to drama queens
to discuss with or make amends
sometimes they haven’t been 
seen or thought of in years
people come and go unbidden
existing in their own spheres
whether seeming real or sublime
in haziness, for all schemes 
there’s no sense of time
in the soft land of dreams

26 October 2016

Amenity Unity


Amenity Unity
24 October 2016

“Come on in,” the water invited.
Gradually the gentle lappings
Reached my waist as we united
And liquid became my trappings.
The fluid bore me no ill per se.
Fear was generated by this desert rat’s
Lack of experience with ocean spray,
Having lived mostly in arid habitats.
The pool splashed in reaction to me.
My movements disturbed its tranquility,
But together we could exist in serenity
And my outlook changed for eternity.

12 October 2016

Wary Query



Wary Query
10 October 2016

What events must unfold?
How far does it have to go
Before the plug is pulled
And down the river you go?
How bad does it have to get?
When does diminished capacity
Begin to make death a target
So others act with audacity?
Is it audacity or compassion?
Are we acting with lenience,
Or due diligence and caution
Or hell-bent on convenience?
What factors are taken into account,
What does the infirm want and need?
How much does their opinion count
So we perform as all have agreed?
Questions for end-of-life decisions,
You only get to choose them once
With no second chance for revisions
Do-overs, restarts nor punts.

17 September 2016

Ekphrasis Basis


Ekphrasis Basis
16 Sept 2016

Three kids show up in a picture
That’s over a hundred years old.
The photo has a mystery tincture
Because their names are untold.
The girl’s sideways glance
Shows her innocence experience.
The boy wears suspendered pants
With a hands-in-pockets stance.
The baby, elevated by a chair,
Smiles, standing in bib overalls.
Posing outside in the open air,
There’s a fence, but no walls.
Who are they? If we only knew.
Historians will have to delve.
So far we have the only clue:
Snowflake, box 6, photo 12.

21 August 2016

Couth Truth

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Couth Truth
20 August 2016

The truth walks plainly
In the broad daylight
And strolls around mundanely
Thru the dark of night.
The unadorned truth can be seen
By those who look without guile.
To the liar she’s most obscene.
She gives the braggart no smile.
Truth’s friendly to the plain-spoken
And frequently speaks unobtrusively.
Simple, humble folk find her token
Easily gotten when they act inclusively. 
Truth’ll endure some limited abuse,
But push her boundaries too far
And you’ll regret that you unloose
Anger and scorn from her repertoire.
Yes, exceed truth’s reasonable bounds
And you’ll experience her full fury,
So you’ll keenly wish karmic rebounds
Hadn’t been invented to your misery.

02 August 2016

On The Road With A Load


On The Road With A Load
1 Aug 2016

Singing as the miles pass
And laughing at in-jokes,
They’re in their own class,
Acting like silly folks.
Driving down the long road,
The loving couple Cheryl and Kate,
Deliver another full truckload
After dodging cars on the interstate.
As they arrive safe and unstressed, 
Kate has the needed driving skills
To best any tight parking test.
She earns money to pay the bills.