Category Archives: poetry
For a long time we were hippies Living in the woods In a tiny homemade cabin with No indoor plumbing Or electricity. Then I went to law school And Karl got a real job We moved into a house in … Continue reading
I believe in love at first sight I don’t like waiting periods Like some people do You know, first they meet Then they become friends And ever so gradually Fall in love. Not me Take Karl for instance. I was … Continue reading
I am Sitting in the beauty parlor In a complex fancy chair Amid a disparate clientele My hair wizard talks to me As she wields scissors. My little girl is two years old She smiles Working with a delicate touch … Continue reading
My mother was born on Leap Year Day In 1912 I miss her Not all the time, only once in a while Mostly I am glad she is dead Terrible of me to say, I know But she wasn’t very … Continue reading
I was thinking about people I knew When I was young And how beautiful they were. Me too. I still see some of them Occasionally, like My first husband, once blond and wistful Almost aristocratic in a poetic way Now … Continue reading
Peter and I ran away together When we were young, we Rented a cheap room in Hell’s Kitchen and Worked together at Brentano’s for $1.65 an hour Minimum wage Listened to jazz every night out on 47th street. He wrote … Continue reading
It is only February And I am sick of winter Everything is black and white And gray Maybe a little beige. I dimly remember color Green I think It was on a flower I saw once Or maybe just dreamed.