The First Sign of Embarking
Let’s take a journey.
So, they drove through the night
to strange oceans and dens, past monsters
of present and future, past warnings
All of the fast food places were closed,
so they snacked in the car, listening to the hum
of music from long ago.
They passed political markers
and signs of the times, warnings ahead,
and people holding up cries for help.
These were the days before
a soothing electronic voice, so they
traced the journey by hand, making
marks they hardly knew on a map
they knew even less.
There were sunburns and sharks,
as assembly of photographs, pausing
and posing, lots of candy wrappers.
She was both giddy and delighted,
rare words in her job of filing documents
At the end, they would remember in pieces,
wondering where the time went, and
if that’s where all of their travels really
revisiting and revisiting again
through shoeboxes of photographs, some
with labels and some devoid of context.
myself in the magic
of quiet. Why do words find
These are voices
that have no faces. I make them
up as I go.
Now, I will silence them for
the moment, a temporary relinquishment
of verbal prerogative.
I will wrap this moment
around myself, my blanket,
throwing off all of the pain
that traces along my heart
like a child coloring inside
and outside the lines.
I will not worry about tomorrow,
even though I often do.
Giving myself a new name,
I wrap myself in metaphor
so I don’t have to tell the truth
in all its blatant forms.
A Review of Many-Storied House (in Poetry)
Thank you, Ms. George Ella Lyon, for another
fine collection. I relish this floor plan of your memories
I love its beams and edges.
In you I find a voice not far-removed from
many of my experiences, a song that sounds much
like the ones I’ve heard for decades, but recast
in your lyrical cadence.
In the miner’s hat, post hole diggers,
junk drawers, river rising,
alongside so many other elements, figments,
recollections, and voices, I find a poetic voice,
titles I will read over and again,
reminding me of who I am.
Found Poem from People Magazine (May 25, 2020)
First Birthday at Home in Los Angeles,
Families in central Florida
and beyond are getting TP’d.
There’s so many avenues
Their first Christmas card.
We wanted to
write a road map, a rabbit
I mean, who didn’t watch Tiger King?
She sets out on a righteous
revenge quest to save them, answered
an open casting call, unflinchingly
stares down modern political
and social ills.
satirical romp, vividly absurd,
The Story of Soaps,
Exclude Yourself, Loving
the Way I Am Today.
Love Like This
like two trucks flirting
like the honk of horns,
like pandemic living.
Like a hazy morning where
thoughts are collected
at the kitchen table.
Learning to groom dogs
yourself, and keeping up with the daily
total of cases.
Like slowing your scroll
for a Simon and Garfunkel lyric
that speaks to you now
as it did years ago.
Like making plans to not
The Price: Found Poem from the News
a pandemic now appears
ready to pay.
A grim plateau
You have to be
Infections and forecasts,
escalating the push.
See how your state