Poetry Month
Poetry Month Ends
Dear Friends, Thank you for allowing me to drop into your life for each day of Poetry Month. Writing poems about noticing a loved one’s mortality has been, well, hard at times. It didn’t surprise me. Writing about any potential… Read the rest!Next Door – XXX – Poetry Month
XXX Yesterday,The prepared meal in my fridge had an
Eat by date of this exact day.
So I ate it.
Didn’t want to waste it.
I wonder about this
Do this by this date
Stamp.
Do each of us… Read the rest!
Next Door – XXIX – Poetry Month
XXIX When she moved inshe cut windows into each wall
Small and square
Long and rectangular
All the rooms had more light
To dance across every surface
To creep through the clay women of Atzompa
To lengthen through windows… Read the rest!
Next Door – XXVIII – Poetry Month
XXVIII Nothing movesLeaves pant from still limbs
The cardinal waits and waits for one puff of air
A dull grey blanket hangs over us
The stasis feels precarious
like a ceasefire between enemies
like fluid converging around a heart… Read the rest!
Next Door – XXVII – Poetry Month
XXVII From her windowshe can see each tree unfurl it leaves.
From her window,
cardinals perch and swoop.
From her window,
fat squirrels leap from branch to roof.
From her window,
Samuel mows the grass and
the weather changes… Read the rest!
Next Door – XXVI – Poetry Month
XXVI At the end of it all,how will you know
if your life had any meaning
at all?
If you were to careen off the side of a road at four in morning
if you were to hang upside… Read the rest!
Next Door – XXV – Poetry Month
XXV Overheard at the gym:How is Toby?
Not good. He’s probably gonna go any day now.
Are you going to go see him, you know, before?
The answers–
Maybe
I don’t know
I’d rather not
I’m not sure
I’d… Read the rest!
Next Door – XXIV – Poetry Month
XXIV I knew of her before she knew of me.She owned a public relations firm and
people hired her to make them stars.
She sat in the audience of a play I wrote
and thought I was a star… Read the rest!
Next Door – XXIII – Poetry Month
XXIII How is M?The question comes
Over plates of Huevos a la Mexicana:
Green peppers
Red tomatoes
White onions
Scattered in a palette of eggs.
I wonder who made this dish the very first time
and named it
and… Read the rest!
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