Rocking ChairEvery evening when the work was done, I sat in the rocking chair on the verandah. Everyone thought it was because I was shy when the truth was I was only waiting. For the first two months, the occasional suitor would approach me. I was young and shy and alone and they thought they could charm with their superb manners, chivalry, and cutting wit. If my utter lack of interest in them did not discourage their affections, my physique eventually did: By the third month, I’d begun to show. The morning sickness I’d hidden, rising early and walking out past the stream so no one could hear me. But my rapidly growing belly wRocking Chair
Summer NightsSing to me, crickets On summer nights When the air is soft as cotton And the breeze feels like feathersSummer Nights
Light for me, fireflies Like little tiny stars Blinking brightly On and off Like your batteries are slowly dying.
Play for me, stream The tinkle of your sweet serenade Deep and slow Your aqueous adagio.
Big BandI like the scratchy vocals And the long trumpet solos And the chorus singing along in the background. I like the outdated vocabulary And the steady beat And the whimsical Soulful Joyousness Of old songs From long before I was born Or even my parents. I like the ease of the musicians How they don’t need perfection to be perfect All they seem to need is this Rhythm.Big Band
For my SisterPoem for my SisterFor my Sister
We live in close quarters She hears me peeing in the bright bathroom late at night I hear her lengthy showers early in the morning. We share music and baked goods and library movies But not clothes or secrets.
Despite my being years her junior my feet have continued to grow Far larger than hers She can wear my hand-me-down shoes And she does. And it makes me smile. I used to wear her hand-me-down clothes all the time And now I still do But she wears mine as well. We fight Not as much as when we were little Not nearly so m
yay summer!
Artistic
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Ogni persona è un abisso, vengono le vertigini a guardarci dentro!
Georg Buchner
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"He who makes a beast of himself get rid of the pain of being a man "
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