Handicap

Maybe it means somethingthat a wood froginsignificantsmallwas the whole focus of a mansorryhorrifiedfor a very long timeafter his chore with the weedertook out one tiny eyeleft half-blinda creature he looked for every daya creature he created a habitat foror maybe it means nothingexcept man cannot helpbut hurtalmost everything he lovesin some small way. DeMaris5-14-22

Pattern of Freeze and Thaw

Another springblooms greenin that space between blue skyand brown soil,which is like a lessonsome of us must learnagain and again—that something like happinesswill come,stay a while—and maybe that happinesswill have warm handsand a sunshine smile—still,no matter how good it feelsto grow and expand,to encompassone singular beauty—we are the thorns,the hurt things,the cuttable rose, already cut,ever-fixedContinue reading “Pattern of Freeze and Thaw”

Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home

Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home We agree the Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful— the turkey, perfection the rolls, divine— the variety of indulgences colored the countertop like a mosaic and we consumed everything with the hunger of the starved. The homemade apple pie, gone, before we finished our heaping plates, but it was okayContinue reading “Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home”

Oh, Ocean ~ Part II

Oh, Ocean ~ Part II As I walked toward you for our last evening stroll I started to feel the melancholy of saying goodbye. Our days passed so quickly didn’t they? I will miss the offerings you pushed onto the shore just for me— the broken, imperfect shells and sand dollars— you realized I likeContinue reading “Oh, Ocean ~ Part II”

My Son Calls Me Plato

My Son Calls Me Plato Before I go to the grocery I always ask him “anything you want?” and always every time he says “shakes”— you know, the breakfast kind chocolate pack of twelve I say no way every time— it’s become a joke an affectionate game because I always come home with something healthyContinue reading “My Son Calls Me Plato”

Sometimes I’m So Happy

Sometimes I’m So Happy Yes sometimes everything is wonderful perfect just right a smile finds its way to my lips there is so much happiness gratitude abundance so much right in my little world and every time I feel the delights of this or that my wish is so simple pure earnest my wish isContinue reading “Sometimes I’m So Happy”

Spark

A friend brings a friend— doesn’t say it’s because I’m single but I figure it out— pick up hints that I have been part of their conversation earlier in the day and I am flattered by the questions, the interest— the way the new friend looks me in the eye as if I have answersContinue reading “Spark”

September Grieving

We all have them: questions. Like, shouldn’t I be okay by now? Am I normal? Abnormal? Can I at least fit in when it’s going to matter? At the grocery store, say, or at the library, or as I greet the neighbors when we arrive simultaneously at the row of mailboxes? Is it okay, IContinue reading “September Grieving”

Lunch at the Steer-In

So much charm since 1960 diversity color turquoise paint, peeling the kind of place you and I would have loved to find— you could have taken a bite of my grilled cheese eaten half my fries but you weren’t the one sitting across from me charming the waitress you were the subject I didn’t bringContinue reading “Lunch at the Steer-In”