Category Archives: Poetry

Sot

I want to like her but she drinks too much, and isn’t near as fun to be around as she must think she is. She’s apt to touch me needlessly, repeat herself, expound on criticisms victims overhear, embarrass me and … Continue reading

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Inspiration

“You oughta be a lawyer,” Mama said; “the way you always argue” she would add. She meant no compliment, but sought instead to quiet and suppress me. Even Dad who seemed to like me aimed to modify my passion, my … Continue reading

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Myriad

The sages say it takes ten thousand hours for someone to acquire expertise. While talent may be there at birth, the powers in success require practice to increase. And though you’ve walked since you were one year old, your average … Continue reading

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Dowager

I never thought my mother’d be alive this long, the way the woman used to smoke. She’s slowing down at 90, but she’ll drive her car to stores nearby, until the stroke of 3 when the commuters clog the streets. … Continue reading

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Bad Driver

You’ve always been unfocused when you drive. It can’t be blamed on age or your disease. The wonder is you’ve managed to survive with jerky hands and eyes. Activities requiring close attention never suit your empathetic gifts for social good. … Continue reading

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The Fifth Wheel

The oldest kid, the only girl, the black sheep in her family of origin, she early learned to be alone. In fact she liked her solitude – she could begin a poem, reread a book, design some clothes for paper … Continue reading

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Step Aside

My daughter told me women step aside. Confronted by opposing walkers, men don’t detour or deflect, like it’s implied they’re Masters of the Sidewalk. I said, “When and where’s this happening? Just who contends behavior never known of me and … Continue reading

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