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Onion Dome City
In the core of the city,two onion domes resplendent,full breasts offer up to godsacred sips of nourishment. From any compass gatewe find this blooming chest,erect above the other heights,this bosom garners full respect. Church doors all stand openin the onion dome city,COVID can’t quench pietyin this place of ancient filigree. The onion dome city is […]
MoreOverhauled
Bulldozers remodel neighbor’s home, fallen timbers unforgiven. Pot-bellied men pin and tuck saggy bits, resurfacing structure. Gaudy new facade exposes more faults than it conceals. Happy NaPoWriMo Day20. Today’s prompt is to write a new poem form for me called a Sijo. This is a traditional Korean poetic form. Like the haiku, it has three […]
MoreKitchen Table Chant, I Mean Rant
The papers swirl on kitchen tablepiled from labors now disabled.Dish towel wrinkles round a chair,filthy boa flung with flair.Roses wilting in a vase,dying with familiar grace.Kiddie cups with backwashed juice,colored pencils running loose.A plastic bag with dice and cubes,placemats no one cares to use.A fruit bowl bulges butternut squash,oranges, bananas and apricots.What’s lurking underneath’s begun […]
MoreOn A Night Picnic
Through tickly tidal grass,we move by memorya familiar access path.Bare feet forming craterson cool mare sand. We spread a neon afghan,sip pink martini twilight,awaiting light hors d’oeuvres,each morsel a tiny lick,the magic of a night picnic.
MoreNaked Timber
I’m the only naked onehere on my family treewalking bareno need for underwearthrough my living roomwhere two that grew withinmy wombare nesting on the couchwatching the glow of their screensthe seed of their life forceready for harvestis busy sharpening kitchen knives.
MoreThe Way Out
“It’s only spring up to the knees.”My daughter dribbles her ballas the season pulls on its high sockshoping to get put in the game soon.
MoreCURE FOUND!
Salvation has arrived!The cure I’m about to describeis one hundred percent prescribedby healthcare professionals worldwide. Available immediately, everywhere,readily accessible for all to share.So, take out your lifespans and pull up a chair;the solution is simple and perfectly fair.
MoreA Lifetime of Incompleting
Sisyphus is no completist,rolling his huge boulderup a steep incline for all time. He was an excellent opportunist,entangling with his enemy’s progenylying in the weeds to sow bad seeds. Sisyphus was undoubtedly devious,killing off his house guests withiron fists before their nightly rests. Sisyphus was mighty mischievous,selling the roving river’s secret.Sentence explained, Death left chained. […]
MoreLakeside Love Letters
Dear Man-Made Lake, I am glad to be by your side;spot your winking fish. Invade your shades of spring,adhesive beneaththe superglue sun,an ombre of watery wrinkles;I admire your wisening.
MoreAn Absent-Minded Weekend
An absent-minded weekend,the rain begins.We left your baby blue blanketin the English Garten.A shriveled plastic bouquetof unused water balloons,unspooled yellow ribbon,and nibbled on plastic keys, thesemade it back from our time among trees,but not your baby blue blankie.
MoreMs. Independent
Learned balance behind the stationcircling the radio tower.Dad let go without letting me knowand after an hourI was years ahead,Ms. Independent. Played in the gutter whenever it rained,legs dangling in the sewer drain,filth and mud caking,then through the windowpane,Ms. Independent. Hopped the chain link fenceto capture the flag in the holly tree,when concrete busted my […]
MoreThe Judas Tree
Through the window, I peek and pretenddangling snowflakes are Dogwood petalsfrom the sturdy tree in my old front yard,drifting to rest peacefully in an empty bed. But instead, I find hard-headed haillanding, white ants sprawling everywherein a shameful winter temper tantrum.Widowed clouds pass, hanging their heads. Alas, I cover my mouth in regret to seethe […]
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Ethereality
Cosmic plasmaexpanding from the lungs,exploding in swing song,the call and response of billions of years,playing our tune for the Almighty’s ears.Eternal expressions remain the same,jet streams of joy join hands withserious surface tension to expand.Despite the glow, the pop, the drain,being’s just another bubble blowingbecause of strain.
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