Long Washcloths Poems

When oppositional cognitive dissonance 
deflects focus from compassion,
I've learned to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passive-aggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading back in time 
to where she began to feel alone,
marginalized,
siloed,
anxious,
neglected.

If...

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I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into...

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it is a sad, sad tale indeed it is
father passed when i was but a babe
left with mother, sisters, dog, rabbits
there were three parakeets
and they all shared a commonality
they were female, still suspect the goldfish
such...

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Ah, mine eyes espied a glorious shade tree
   On a recent brutally hazy, hot and humid July summer day
Where below the gnarled roots glazed occipital nerve did not see
   Yellow-jackets minding...

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Mine eyes espied a glorious shade tree
on a recent brutally hazy,
hot and humid July summer day,
where below the gnarled roots
glazed occipital nerve did not see
yellow-jackets minding their own beeswax
when derriere i.e. did essay
until deux stingers...

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turning to you
yielding in hesitation
watching you in private
wishing things were different
a big ole jug of water 
a stockpile of those small, extra thick towels
the dryer is now broken like my spirit's hymen

turning to you
yielding in...

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When I was twenty-two and lived
In Israel for a spell,
I needed cash and got a job
In a small seaside hotel.

We worked in teams to clean the rooms;
We vacuumed, dusted, scrubbed -
The hardest work I’d ever...

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