Joy of Poetry

Photosynthesis Under fairy lights, asters germinate together, a photosynthesis to empty sour sorrow into milk bread, to dissolve aster leaves into sweet tea serenity. Let healing overflow. published by Aurora Journal on social media

Oops Up all night, I couldn’t sleep. My brain abuzz, my fingers flying, multi-tasking to the max. I messaged friends in far-flung places, while climbing levels in two games, I ordered burgers from my favorite online bistro, and diet coke because I’m cutting down on sugar. While eating, I shopped online for leather pants and fancy shoes. Suddenly, the screen was black. All the lights went out. I looked outside, the streets were dark. I broke the internet again. Oops. published in The Piker Press

The Broken Column For Frida Kahlo Frida, dear Frida, how did you stand the pain? What earthquake cracked you open? What disaster smashed the stanchion of your spine, filled the air with dust and rubble? A monument to will, corseted and sewn together, nailed tight. published in Neuro Logical

  Slight Change of Plans   A dog should detour when that hydrant is a cactus. There are much better places to pee.   A skydiver should skedaddle for a coffee to dunk donuts than to dunk one nuts in cold Atlantic brine. A flower should cower, make another bloom appointment when the sky rains satellites upon the ground. A slight change of plans just might guarantee you a second chance for doing something wrong. published in 30/30 Poetry

Salvation Another word for salvation is deliverance. Or was that a male-bonding movie? Not a movie with golfing, or postmen with letters, but with white water rapids, the loss of a river, the loss of a town. No mail delivered, no salvation from sin. Golf might be more boring, might not bring deliverance, but it is much safer to play with your friends. published in 30/30 Poetry

Each Morning an Animal Each morning an animal growls at the clock, rises from bed, brews thick mud coffee. Each morning an animal works out to music, leads a zoom meeting, kisses his wife. Each morning an animal paints on a smile, pretends to be house-trained, then hunts with the pack. published in The Drabble