i watch this kid write a simple poem today
just two days ago he was in a coma of a mysterious sort
here he is now laughing like nothing ever happened
his little heart is on green light now
concern has a wire hanger in the closet
i watch this little kid fly a kite on a windy, but moderately warm day today
just three days ago she had IVs like indecisive mazes unaware of movement or position
here she is now running carelessly with warm blood flowing freely
here little heart is on green light now
worry has a hook of immediacy in the mudroom
Cherish How Good You Have It.....
Categories:
mudroom, appreciation, god, thank you,
Form: Free verse
boots
all caterpillar season
banned from mudroom
posted on August 12, 2018
Categories:
mudroom, insect, nature, people, summer,
Form: Haiku
after all these I’m the one who must leave
I’m the one who must find the door
after your howling gales
after turning this heart into a mudroom cluttered
with scratchy bites I’m the one who must go
with nothing—with only my pajamas on
the judge says for the sake of the children
I’m the one who must leave from my many years
of labor live in a frozen car like one facing expulsion
and with a heart muffled and breath stabbed I must leave
like nature rips apart the moon from the sun and night
from day as if to wave off stiff icy mitts and look forward
to spring when you can’t fold winter under your armpit
now I’m the one who must leave
from everything, since everything
remains a testimony of how dangerous I could be
is it true that when love begins to sicken
it speaks in many tongues for the judge to believe
and the people around become lunatics with crab heads
Categories:
mudroom, anger, irony, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
The bedroom hearthstone
breathes black ice cream
into our shell.
I scuttle on the floes of insomnia
like a conch shell
knocked into the jealous waters.
You sleep soundly.
Maybe we’ll crack open the mudroom door tomorrow
and comb the yard for your mittens.
My yellowed knee
will crawl out of its cast in fourteen days.
The house mumbles something about abandonment.
Categories:
mudroom, loss
Form: Free verse