Down
I could sleep all day every day lie down on the couch in a fetal position ignoring the world I could waste away And I could lie, tell you I’m fine and I do, most days because you can’t begin to...
View ArticleThe Ladybug
A ladybug was on my windshield when I left work today she clung to the glass as I pulled away After a few blocks she gingerly moved a few millimeters By the time I got home she was swiftly moving...
View ArticleOne Day
One day we will not have to work twice as hard to be seen as an equal. One day we will not have to prove ourselves over and over. One day we will be judged on the merit of our work. One day we will be...
View ArticleDown
I could sleep all day every day lie down on the couch in a fetal position ignoring the world I could waste away And I could lie, tell you I’m fine and I do, most days because you can’t begin to...
View ArticleThe Ladybug
A ladybug was on my windshield when I left work today she clung to the glass as I pulled away After a few blocks she gingerly moved a few millimeters By the time I got home she was swiftly moving...
View ArticleOne Day
One day we will not have to work twice as hard to be seen as an equal. One day we will not have to prove ourselves over and over. One day we will be judged on the merit of our work. One day we will be...
View ArticleDown
I could sleep all day every day lie down on the couch in a fetal position ignoring the world I could waste away And I could lie, tell you I’m fine and I do, most days because you can’t begin to...
View ArticleThe Ladybug
A ladybug was on my windshield when I left work today she clung to the glass as I pulled away After a few blocks she gingerly moved a few millimeters By the time I got home she was swiftly moving...
View ArticleOne Day
One day we will not have to work twice as hard to be seen as an equal. One day we will not have to prove ourselves over and over. One day we will be judged on the merit of our work. One day we will be...
View ArticleThis isn’t about you
If you really think this poem is about you, go listen to some Carly Simon. This isn’t about you You once told me your friendships were everything or nothing You said you were willing to take it all it...
View ArticleBroken
Broken My past is not smooth it is filled with rough patches rocky passages broken bushes and fractured trees Thorns stick out along the channels of my path protruding more than they should scratching...
View ArticleThe little girl in the picture
There’s a sadness in the eyes of the child. Even at seven-months-old, she doesn’t smile. It’s as if she was predestined to never find lasting happiness. Her eyes see everything and she knows she has to...
View ArticleAnd the rains came
The sky turned gray the air cooled the pitter-patter of droplets echoed off the tin a/c unit outside The anxiety-ridden folks smile this gloom is a comfort The pluviophile finds joy peace of mind in...
View ArticleIt never stops
The news article said wear Nike, Adidas, Puma or you’re not cool I couldn’t afford any of those They laughed at my shoes my teeth my hair my face I could never look right They cornered me behind the...
View ArticleStream of Consciousness
Sometimes it’s best not to think close my mind not let it wander not let the imagination make up stories in my mind just breathe the memories are always there just on the edge of consciousness pushing...
View ArticleGrandma
I wrote this poem as part of my final project in my poetry class at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. I turned it in on July 12, 1990. I had turned twenty-years-old seven days before. Today would...
View ArticleSweet Adalaide
My mother worked for twenty-seven years at the Middletown Psychiatric Center. Most of her career was on the geriatric units. Over the years, I got to know a few of the patients. I always liked talking...
View ArticleBeach
BEACH When I close my eyes waves of darkness surround me and I see your face Your tattered blue jeans and oil-stained fruit o’ the loom t-shirts are all I remember A face in a photograph I have no...
View ArticleWhen the hour arrives
When the hour arrives I As I awaken the knot in my stomach tugs at my soul I stare upward the ceiling, dimly lit by the luminous blue and yellow of the cable modem before I realize it’s happening...
View ArticleEllis Island
This poem was published in the anthology “A Sea of Treasures” in 1995. It was the first thing I had written to be published. Ellis Island The beds lie in Soldier rows ten by five Steel frames that are...
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