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”


For peace, she is willing to take a pill every day that will take away her pleasures her poetry her creativity because it will also take away want and wish and turn love into something benign, undesired— something she used to be capable of. DeMaris 3-10-2022

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”

Oh, Ocean

Oh, Ocean I got to know you the way a woman gets to know a lover she will never trust. I saw you every morning, casually. Liked the way you teased me, tried to touch me. But I was out of reach until I saw something I wanted, walked closer, let you have me forContinue reading “Oh, Ocean”

My Best Damn-Good Advice

My Best Damn-Good Advice I believe now is the time when my experience and hard-won understanding permit me to say to the young: don’t ever ever under any circumstances fall in love and expect it to last survive look feel taste like the perfection you never believed you’d find. I assure you— love can surviveContinue reading “My Best Damn-Good Advice”

Everything Seems Remarkable

How remarkable that after you died I could feel the warmth exit your body how remarkable I was able to stand again walk out of the room after they took you away how remarkable that I kept the car between the yellow and white lines how remarkable the sun hadn’t fallen out of the blueContinue reading “Everything Seems Remarkable”

The Love Language of the Dead

Mercifully, before my mom passed away the hospice nurse told us what to expect— told us about the mottled skin, the damp swollen hands and feet, the unblinking eyes, open, the silence of apnea taking turns with the terrible death rattle— that predictive grand finale coming from the depths of her that sounded like LifeContinue reading “The Love Language of the Dead”

My Epistemology

Sometimes I feel clearopen wideready for the lesson of the dayto settle into my consciousnessand become a resourcefor the futurewhen I am confused againabout the how or why or whatof something or someonebut the truth is that no two lessonsare the sameso even though I have a reservoirdeep and wide and fullof instructions on howContinue reading “My Epistemology”