December 2024
Bio Note: I am a poet and a psychotherapist in private practice.
These two pursuits are synergistic for me.
Poetry continues to light my way.
May it bring its abundance to you!
These two pursuits are synergistic for me.
Poetry continues to light my way.
May it bring its abundance to you!
Last Night My Neighbor Died
At dawn his widow took down
the planter he tended,
placed it in a black plastic bag.
Now she scrubs white railing
where pink petunias bloomed
wearing a white nightgown
and yellow rubber gloves,
her wild hair
a halo in the sun.
Things to Discard
friend whose talk leaves me daydreaming,
size 6 jeans I may be saving
for my granddaughter or that final illness,
firecracker red leather jacket,
love letters from Vietnam,
his dog tags, the dreams that still come,
unworn blue silk nightgown,
six wedding dresses, my mother’s,
which she doesn’t remember,
mine in children's dress-up chest,
three from the weddings of my two daughters,
one I am keeping for a divorced friend,
pictures from the first love,
his green letter jacket,
files full of poems
marked in process
the spider webs on my easel,
the longing that has lasted
throughout this marriage.
Originally published in SNReview
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