I lost my father in July. Then in August, my husband underwent a high-risk surgery. And then last week, I had surgery to determine whether I have cancer.
Who is This?
I shot the pic ten years ago when I saw this unmistakable image in my backyard. Unmistakable, but I have no idea what it is.
Analyze That!
Another poem, discovered as I was packing. Evidently, I had to include certain words, chosen by the audience, hence, “the niceties of samosas and ivory smiles.”
This is Not a Poem
This
Is not a poem,
so don’t go thinking it is.
Poems are loaded
with similes
like peach trees in August
and metaphor~
a naked man running.
Analyze This!
Found a bunch of somewhat-weird poems I’d never typed up. Here’s one. No idea what I was thinking when I wrote it, so have at it:
Jack
The day I stumbled into the house you built,