Sunday, May 1, 2016

The Campfire

the campfire is everything 
the ring of flames
bring tranquility
to the unease 
of modern life 
worries melt
fears burn away
flickers of humanity return
the children poke sticks
the adults stir the embers
we all live and die 
by fire in some form
but the campfire 
the campfire is everything 



[poem #30 for April! National poetry month.]


Friday, April 29, 2016

Helena Spector, Doctor of Philosophy of Cookies

she taught them to love writing
one kind cookie at a time 
carried thousands of bags of Chips Ahoy
to class each day
sentences by sugar
commas by chocolate 
she made paragraphs palatable

she taught them to transform
one idea morsel at a time
into something lasting
something important
something yummy

Thursday, April 28, 2016

The Teacher of the Fishermen



you can give a man a fish
or teach a man to fish
but you cannot teach
a man to teach

the fisherman who first 
shared the magic 
of the line 
lured the fish
another watched 
then tried  
taught herself 
tied the knot
set the hook

then she taught
her son to fish
a daughter watched
then tried

the brother learned to fish
the daughter became 
the teacher of the fishermen
who would learn 
for a lifetime






Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Forecast for Tears



mostly scattered
partly clear
turning to light
heavy at times
developing later
beginning earlier
morning, mid-morning
in the day
the afternoon
evening
throughout the night
mist, drizzle
torrential downpour
more of the same tomorrow 
with a few breaks
here and there
then sun

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

This Is For You

Dear ____________,

This is for you 
I wish it were ________
that I could drop everything
to be there _____ for you now and

knowing that you are ______
makes me ________ inside

I would ____ for you
and ______ to take
away your ________.

But there are no words
to fill in the ________

So instead I do 
the only thing I know
and write these three words
________ _________ _______

_______ yours,

______________

Monday, April 25, 2016

Vacation Destination: Chernobyl

about the night before
the meltdown 

a ride on the Ferris wheel 
the bumper cars colliding
sundown and 
Reactor 4 is fine

is the thirty year memory
of the night before
seared like a tree shadow
against a barn 
in the flash, then gone?

do the tourists
who enter the Exclusion Zone
to see the mutated catfish
patrolling the cooling ponds
only hope to spot a radioactive wolf?

or do they even wonder
what tomorrow will bring? 




Sunday, April 24, 2016

green grass, bad seeds, and rotten apples

bad seeds
sprout into bad plants
watered by liquor and lead
instead of sunshine and love

rotten apples 
roll down hill 
falling from the tree 
lumped and bruised

the grass 
always greener
when divided by light 
and darkness exists mid-day