When the House Tilts

A Freeverse Poem I married four times— not counting the two men I lived with like commercial breaks between divorces. Am I ashamed? Well, it’s not something I’d put on my résumé— poet, dancer, runaway bride… but hey, I survived, and this last one is thirty-six years strong. But when things go crooked, when theContinue reading “When the House Tilts”

Below the Surface

The turtle that swam to the shore, takes me on his back, to the bottom of the sea… my father is there, my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play our hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulpingContinue reading “Below the Surface”

Pointing to the Moon

Once upon a time I was in a dancer’s body high kicks and splits on the count of one two three finger pointing to the moon tell it like it is rheumatoid sets in with carbon steel hips the cards fall this way now deal at the airport my hip replacement triggers alarms so muchContinue reading “Pointing to the Moon”

a Healing~~tanka

the fragrance of freshly mowed grass summer in winter a backyard barefoot walk healing with each step I tell myself tomorrow will be good today a present in the mail, from me to me spring green on silk chiffon my doctors gone for two whole weeks I must call my own powers harness the sunContinue reading “a Healing~~tanka”