Perhaps a sidelong glance

if that, you slide me 

past the inked and sparkling bodies, not even furtive

translucent and wet

hair swinging, snapping… Read full post »

laying low

you caught me

the blow

one only you would know

could sting

a snake bite, a wasp tail

no, deeper

a lathe

a grinding,  your words

hearing the tears in my voice

you bore down

I commend you

the fierce one that you are … Read full post »

This is an amalgam of re posts in honor of St Patrick's Day and my Irish heritage.

 Francis X

dressed to the nines, always

witty, self taught

exceedingly well read

embodiment of every Irish bard 

and drunk perhaps

one says yes another… Read full post »

I am tired

before the sun comes up

over the strip of highway

following other tired people

over the hills

downing the coffee

and changing the music… Read full post »

 "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from… Read full post »

" Call if lonely.." 

 For a moment taken back

if  being the word

as if 

awaking at dawn, the autumn… Read full post »

   ( My Son with his Daughter last December ) 

the sun is now rising

pink as the shell of her ear

as the buds of her cheek

on this ability to be 

soft

as the creases in my skin… Read full post »

stultified,  these last days

since your falling apart

a miasma cloud

since the day you woke

up

and claimed you couldn't stop crying

it's as if none of us could rightly grieve

without the dam breaking

for you first

there is

not enough wine

in the world … Read full post »

I am still a woman

may I  remind 

you,  with those eyes

feigning interest

your yawn at my nakedness

so telling

I ask to  

please 

not  phone in this night

yes, I am  seeking  one true

word,… Read full post »

this old house still carries you

the cold mornings 

you ran

towel clutched about your waist

long linoleum hall

shower to 

uniform

your snore rattling 

eaves, 

shaking 

 squirrels from the rafters

in your old

ramshackle pl… Read full post »

                                 Sunrise Cape May NJ.

Why is it ever;  rebirth

redoing, reflecting, renunciation… Read full post »

 hurtling toward thunder

august night sky flashing

cicadas shriek deafening

slip into manual;  to 80

to where the shrieks are trails

 … Read full post »

 Wood smoke blue-grey

 against our blue-grey morning

 warm moist air fills in corners

 the logs are staidly stacked,

the lamp purposefully set stands ready… Read full post »

I dreamed how the sea tastes

on skin

the smell of ocean in tangled hair

 sun streaked

a dream of creaky beds

brown arms  

and ceiling fans

the feeling of waves … Read full post »

Today,  the first morning 

you in the ground

Just a day ago

I peered dizzily down down

into that moist brown hole

Fearing I would fall in the intense July heat

 sickly sweet smell of lilies

Struggling not to call out

don't go, 

please

but it was over

and I… Read full post »

                                  

pick me up ?

(like you always did)

arm out the window

hand on the wheel

hey Dad

thanks 

for the greenmobile 

always

coming for… Read full post »

What the note says is none of your damn business. 

 (listened to this in our first place in college, 30 yrs ago,  still sounds good) 

                                 (moon rise over the trees on my farm tonight)

XXVII&… Read full post »

universe, I thank you

for today,  your gift

of father

for a sacred few hours

not the dad I remember,  no

but still 

dad

sad, and frighteningly small

but yet, I saw him again

and he,… Read full post »

Amidst the high rise buildings , in one of busiest sections of a large city is a jewel, a haven, an oasis.  

The University of Pennsylvania's Archaeology and Science Museum, a Beaux-Arts style building.  

When needing a respite from… Read full post »

( Dad and I,  1986) 

 This is how I remember my dad. This really is not a poem, maybe a meditation or some memories,  on how some things are just intrinsically linked together in your childhood memories of father, of dad. Everyone here has been so kind already… Read full post »