Ned’s Dad’s funeral
The hole in the ground looked much smaller than his dad was tall. He wondered if they squish the body inside the coffin to make them smaller, so the grave hole doesn’t have to be so big and the cemetery saves space and they can fit more graves. But the hole did seem deep. …
Read MoreRacism, An Uncomfortable Subject
A few comments on racism I was in the middle of this line of thinking when the post I was responding to got removed from the writing site that had incited a little bit of heated banter back and forth. I did not wish to engage in a conflict, but I felt drawn to…
Read MoreA Little Boy’s Nightmare
The Setting: Six-floor elevator brick apartment building built in the 1940’s, 730 Rodgers Avenue, just North of Linden Boulevard, Brooklyn. 1963. There was an open stairway with enough space between the banister and the floor above so that you could look down in between that space from the top floor to the bottom…
Read MorePoem, Lost My Flow Let It Go
Lost My Flow, Let It Go when your stomach is all bloating cause the food you ate is still floating around inside for too long and your hope turns to desperation as your brow drips become overall perspiration and your intestine’s singing songs you remember you took three cups worth of powder that’s supposed…
Read MoreAnesthesia
Anesthesia A song comes to mind Bye bye love, hello loneliness, I think I am going to die, bye bye my love goodbye… And so when I wake up when it’s all over There is this crazy, subtle at first, but lingering high That seems to last along with the drugs in my blood As…
Read MoreA Conversation on Vulnerability
What is it I stand to lose Gabriel thought? He looked straight at Melinda, his therapist, and asked, “What is the risk of showing all my vulnerability? Is it fear of showing my weakness? My neurotic thinking? My uncertainty in knowing how others will react to seeing inside my thoughts? Fear of exposure? Of being…
Read MoreA Selection of Recent and a Few Not Recent Poems
I realize I want to create another post with humorous poems. I don’t think these are the kind that make you laugh, but hopefully they make you feel something. The Em in December your hair is sun shining your dance floats on a note sailing through space a dream all afloat your smile warms my…
Read MoreDo You Want the Found Money or Dont You?
I can’t decide if this is funny or sad, or both? I walked into Walgreens Pharmacy to see if they had a type of slipper I bought as a gift last year which was met with enthusiasm. They did not have them. As I was looking in another spot in the store, one of the…
Read MoreSam Talks about Attachments, Letting Go, Being Captain of His Ship
It’s like my friend Ick (Intuitive Counseling Kindness) told me (I am Sam, Seasonal Affective Management): Don’t get too attached to the Sun, (I grieve sometimes when it leaves) Like, don’t get too attached to Anyone, Live and feel, Yes, but attached, No. As he would say, all things come and all things go, So,…
Read MoreSome Things about December, Emilee, Mom, Our Wedding
Haiku for Blue All I can hear is, the rhythm of your voices, breathing me to peace … nmk My Em in December (my multipurpose anniversary and valentines day poem), guaranteed to get you what you need, but not necessarily what you want, for sale now, 30% off until midnight tonight, of course with…
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