Long Credenza Poems

Ancora in sogno vaga la mia mente
Nell’ignoto esplorando come Ulisse
Quando uno squarcio si apre immantinente.
Un uomo curvo col cappuccio nero
Che in tempi oscuri per la chiesa visse
Mi si rivolge in modo triste e altero.
“Per evitar...

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The sixty-year reunion
of the class of '55
was quite a celebration
for the ones who had survived...

First came prissy Pomeroy-
then Milford, Meeks, and Moody
who like old crows, perched and cawed
at busty old Miss Trudy

While Trudy curled her...

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Mom’s Tree House Apartment


Step inside, warm feelings greet you…

On the entryway wall, President Kennedy signed a condolence letter
from 1962, addressed to my Grandma, thanking her for Grandpa’s service in WW1.
Below, perched on an old credenza,...

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Don't bother me with your living
voice on the phone, 
I have no time!
Don't come to my house at all,
I have no time.
Don't send me poetry or emails
of more than two sentences,
I have no time.

You see, I...

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Every time I sneeze or cough

Either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!

Shouldn't be a big surprise

It's a definite sign we ain't no young chicken no more

When you grunt just putting on your socks

It's the...

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Someone said I could probably write
About furniture and kitchen utensils
And still put a funny twist on my poem
So I'll try to live up to my potential

You must possess a strange old noodle
To know how my...

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Gold goblet lifts steadily to yielding lips,
his reservations are buried deep within.
Ornate credenza displays one yellow tulip
waning as holy water cleanses him from sin.

His reservations are buried deep within.
The servant fears he's not pious enough.
Waning,...

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The children,
Thick and plush upon the rug,
Sat meaningful
As they listened 
With weathered ears.

Tiny Jennifer is seen
Below a crook in the credenza,
Fingering the supple threads
Of her mothers 
Laced persona.

Good night my sweet prince,
Her smile says
As the...

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