Mom Narrative Poems

Here I am standing in this secluded space with the pillow of hope hanging over my face, I cannot go backward or forward, I am...

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In a vehicle, once more this month. Though not going as far as the palm trees, my stomach’s lurching left and right. The baby’s alright!...

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Do you know what it feels like when your dad leaves to go get the milk and comes back with a gun and some vengeance?
No?...

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I am more right-brained than anyone I have met.
Being left-handed goes along with this and my dyslexia.
An old-maid old-school old-faced teacher decided to fix me.
I...

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CONTINUES PART II:

Then she departs, ... his newfound friend
stands (clueless me, no intro of her) I with Rick ... waiting
wife comes--(Hellooo Oh) newfound by brochure...

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She is a Merida in real life, he told his mother.
She had no idea what that was, so she watched Disney’s movie Brave.
The heroine had...

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I'm sitting in an old station
Waiting on a train
I don't see the clouds
But my knee says it's rain.
I just ate a cold sandwich
Out of pink...

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(Rinpoche in Sarnath, 1987)

That’s What A Buddha’s Like

It’s hard to know where to start
when talking about the ineffable.

Maybe starting at the end is best.

It’s taken...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. ...

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I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor...

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Tyler was a real happy man,
looking down at his phone,
the mayor said,“We need less police,
their crimes are so well known.”
They’d not arrest if you stole...

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The transport - imposing, loud, on time.
Rising smoke, intoxicating black cloud.
She steps past the tracks, onto the platform.
Ebonic eyes float up to her waiting kin.

She...

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The day after my cousin died from cancer…no let me start with I prayed hard…I mean hard…with unrelenting fervor…convinced until there was no further reason...

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A snow-splattered,
cheerful red house.
Pine, sparkling white.
A snowman gladly,
proud and robust,
wears red-trimmed black hat,
a long green plaid scarf.
Buttons almost popping
off his pronounced belly.
His arms branch out
as...

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Just sitting down in my most visited space looking back with eyes wide open not closed viewing the scene again this time the life took...

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