Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bully, minute, poe, poem, poetry, the raven on February 19, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Those boys who jumped you at the dance—
I want the chance
to find them now
and ask them how
they feel about themselves as men.
But then again,
perhaps it would
feel twice as good
to sit them in a row and read
them poems, see
them squirm to Poe—
then let them go.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged daughter, minute, mother, poem, poetry, surrender on March 9, 2015| 2 Comments »
It’s clearly out of my control,
that mixing bowl,
the one I use
for breads, for mousse,
’cause now it’s full, no, not with fudge—
with mud and sludge
out in the yard.
My girl’s been hard
at work: “Look Mom,” she says, “It’s jam!”
Control be damned.
No need to curse.
My bowl is hers.
*This is a special form called a Minute … a slice of life with 60 syllables with an couplet rhyme scheme and stanzas of 4/2/2/2 iambs