Category Archives: poetry

All widowers are permitted After a respectful period of mourning To fall in love again And be happy. Except for Karl When I die he can choose to Immolate himself in utter despair Or become a monk. Those are reasonable … Continue reading →

These people are entitled to talk about me when I am dead: My children To their respective psychiatrists That’s it. Anyone else can think about me Or plant a tree in my memory On an as-needed basis.

I am full of quirks For instance I dislike people asking for money to fund Life, art, a honeymoon in San Cabo. Go fund my ass. It feels like begging to me. Although I once begged for a living I … Continue reading →

I invented ghosting I ghosted a man before there was even a name for such a thing Back in the dark ages, like 1970 or so. I even lived with this man and Slept in the same bed. So how … Continue reading →

When I say I don’t like funerals And that I don’t want one when I die It’s not that I am cynical At least that’s not the only reason It’s that those who grieve for the dead Maybe even the … Continue reading →

I was feeling cold It’s 15 below zero this morning I closed my eyes And out of nowhere Remembered Holding my just born granddaughter All swaddled And how the warm of her Warmed me And vice versa I am not … Continue reading →

Because of a blizzard I had to stay home And stare out the window As snow fell in gusts and winnows And drifts inched up As I watched birds cluster around the feeders. The cat crouched next to me Both … Continue reading →