Nostalgia Prose Poems

I must think fast. My house is on fire and I'll have 16 minutes at the most
to decide what I will save!

For sure, I will...

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You left but are not gone;
like an amputation—gone
but still here.
When love is experienced,
it is always.

Lost love is as a raindrop
in a puddle.
An evaporated puddle 
remains...

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I had a red jeep once,
my husband rigged it up with
Christmas lights on the running board.
I was puffed up about it.

My grandparents had the best
Christmas...

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White Christmas takes me immediately back to my grandparent's
Christmas tree with the magical bubble lights, and the fat and
sassy ornaments.

I smell oyster stew, and see...

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She’s coming! Mom said this in a sing-songy way.  
She knew that my twin and I were fascinated with Florence, 
she was like our...

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Inspiration comes disguised in a variety of ways.  News stories. Flash floods. A crying child in a grocery store.  A person sitting along...

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I REMEMBER
I remember how the branches of the gulmohar tree,
Moved hastily during the time of wet seasons of the year
The soft orange flowers fell like...

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She bares the marks of a life lived hard, her face the giveaway.  Faint scar above her brow, chipped tooth, deep furrows that should...

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It all tastes like
Brown manila
Rusty tools

Fading, planes escape into
Lily pad clouds
Shrinking yellow rays stroll
Across dusty floors
Arthritic Autumn smoke
Sweet in
Forgotten drawers opened
Far away
Put away in
Brown manila...

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   Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated...

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There's an old rocking chair
in the parlor
where I rock to the dreams
of long ago
dreaming of an old fashioned family
and the love of my old fashioned...

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I am Thinking Of The Times That I Was A Poor Paperboy In Venice California.

I am thinking of the times that I was a poor...

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To know such distant memories are here with me now.
To conceptualize knowing and experiencing the roots binding me to this earth. 
Painful and joyous.
Opulent phantoms.

Tongues...

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The clock of my mind stopped in 1897.
it is always late autumn
and we dress mostly in grey
steam locomotive whistles
daily puncture our thought balloons
my teacher once...

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Hi Dad, 
I miss you. I’m sure you’re very happy up there and all the readings and prep you did while you were sick paid...

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When I Look At The Night Sky   #163

When I look at the night sky
I'm really trying to see Mars
But all I see is...

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Dark clouds gather together,
Humming in each others company,
Thunder&lightning struck a chord,
To my ears it felt like harmony,

Soon the roars were followed,
By the gush of wind...

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Bandits and Kings

Which one do you really fear?
They can both be so horrible every time.
Not giving people a chance to rest or have any hope
or...

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Tattered and soiled, an old book with gold embossed letters on its cover. Discovered in a crumpled heap. A treasure once to be in a...

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I walk up the dark, creaky attic stairs and open the door,
this is where I used to play and even slept so long, long ago.
Everything...

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