Relinquish

I replaced your picture today, My Friend, A culling from the shelf, Amputating you from amongst The mementos and dusty bric-a-brac.     I couldn’t take it any longer, My Friend, Your smile in my line of sight, Taunting me daily with a Whiff of salt air and thirty years of whispered echoes.     … More Relinquish

I Should Buy a Bath Mat

If I fell In the shower and Landed on my head, Who would find me Naked, Pruned, And unconscious?   Or worse?   These are the thoughts you have, Living alone, When you fall In the shower and Land on your ass.   Luckily, It’s padded.      

Veneer

She walks in with slight bite of lip, betrayal of boldness carefully cultivated, cover blown on sight.         Maybe it’s just the mead talking to me tonight, but my recent foray into the nonet sparked a renewed interest in poetry and form in my life.  Thus, a trip into the shadorma.  It … More Veneer

Single Girl Home Owning: Boiling Point (Part Two: The Winter of My Discontent and Disgruntlement)

The decision to let Bessie go is what brought boiler salesman Charles-Charlie-Call Me Paul into my life.  Hey, I’ll call you Twinkle Toes McGee if it gets me a deal.  Seriously though, Parents of the World, don’t name kids a Jr, a III, a IV, and then call them by their middle name, making it … More Single Girl Home Owning: Boiling Point (Part Two: The Winter of My Discontent and Disgruntlement)

Single Girl Home Owning: Boiling Point (Part One: Saying Good-Bye to Bessie the Behemoth Boiler)

When I moved into the Huh House in the Fall of 2013 I knew part of the package deal was a home heated by fossil fuel oil fueling baseboards with forced hot water. For those green minded urbanites blessed with geothermal units, Eskimos harnessing ice in igloos, and others not in the know, that means … More Single Girl Home Owning: Boiling Point (Part One: Saying Good-Bye to Bessie the Behemoth Boiler)

Father of Mine

Plath said hers had a Meinkampf look, A man in black With love of the rack and the screw, But Daddy, Daddy, I don’t know what to make of you.   I read her words at twenty, A dagger trailing red to the core And then put you away – Tried to scar the slice … More Father of Mine

Dial-Up Date

Let’s take a trip down Mating Dance Memory Lane, shall we?  I invite you to fall down the rabbit hole with me to that time I was the Bad Date, capital B, capital D, to my first ever Internet Date.  It culminated in an incident involving a Tony Little Gazelle but we’ll get there in … More Dial-Up Date