We talked at the café looking out into the night sneaking serious glances in between playful smiles I followed you home and invited myself to stay for a bit (you didn’t seem to mind) At your house you finally let me in (but only for a while) I spied the bottle of whisky underneath the … Continue reading Clarity
A pastel sunsetCold air, crisp snowA sly contradictionLate March in BuffaloWe wait for springWe expect warmer daysBut with its long, lusty embraceWinter is not quite readyTo let us go.
I close my eyes and I remember how we once made each other laugh. I lived for your smile, which signaled another moment of our life together, forever, for a while. Our youthful dreams intertwined as we practiced being one. Then she came. A bundle of unspeakable pride, utter ecstasy, and daunting obligation. Trying to … Continue reading Long Ago
stop growing old just for a moment or at least help me understand my role, my stance as I find my footing and search for space between our tentative boundaries. where do you end and where do I begin? I see you: at once an infinitely strong and courageous woman who adored her husband and … Continue reading Outlining: a poem for my mother (and father)
I will wear my wrinkles well and let the gray come to my hair. I will resist the temptation to measure my worth by the lack of soft skin around my middle. I will remember my mother and my mother’s mother and my other grandmother and all the aunts and I will feel privileged to join … Continue reading Musings on Fifty
My mother’s worries are fear, love and anger. Dad drinks another shot wiping his brow as he gently strokes her soft, dark hair. He turns for a moment, and she takes the bottle away. Another game of hide and seek. My brother and I lie still in our beds awaiting the darkness and after that … Continue reading Family ca. 1967
Papa was tall, silent, and strong he wept only when he drank as the liquor flowed, so too the tears. Pointing to the bottle of scotch, he’d whisper about love and spirits and pain. With his tall body swaying back and forth, back and forth, my father was like a tree being pushed by the … Continue reading Family Ties