Poetic endeavors can be tricky. They can point to a deep reality or they can be like a tangle of vines obscuring the light. Here are some of my offerings.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Dinner for One
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Ode on a Moustache
My hubby shaved his beard away
late on one October day,
Preparing to become a member
Of those who call next month Movember.
It’s not so hard for him to grow
his facial hair can be shaved so
it forms a rather daring fashion
to go with biker style moustachin’.
People donate money just to find
Whose lips will look the oddest lined.
The cash goes to the fund the science
That will end a cancer cell alliance.
So thanks to all who grew a ‘stache
You raised awareness and some cash.
Prostate care will save the lives
Of families’ most beloved guys.
Friday, November 18, 2011
No Time
Monday, November 14, 2011
My Punishment

1988
One day
in physics class
I pulled a string off the edge of my pencil case.
I dropped it
from a height of about six inches
and traced the pattern it made on my notepaper
before picking it up
and doing it again.
When the class was finished
what I had drawn
looked distressingly
like pubic hair.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Epic Flinch
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Haiku on the lasting effects of the flood
It is November.
In my bed, I listen yet
for mosquito buzz.