Casualty

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From my book “Reverse Commute.”  Happy weekend everyone!

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Baby

You are
A long time
Coming

Now
All time is
Your time

My time is
Yours since
Before

But your
Time is
Not mine

It is yours
I get to
Watch it

Feel how
You are not
In me

But you were
There you
Grew

Into a paw
Of blood
And time

It felt good
To share
To receive

Now I live
To give
You time

 


“Baby,” from my chapbook Reverse Commute, published this week on the front-page of the awesome VerseWrights poetry site.

Gradual Rot

 

Rot is a gradual process. It begins while the fruit is ripe and dangling from the tree. Once it falls, the process is in full, and the fruit must be thrown away or eaten quickly.

 

I have picked mangoes off the ground of warm places because they taste good when they are just about bad. They are also delicious before they become ripe. Mangoes are an exception.

 

But, this is not about exceptions. This is about the gradual process of rot, even while clinging to a tree. Even while young and pleasant, with clean clothes and comfortable heels. Being mindful of the ground does not mean being ready for the fall.

 

So thankful that VerseWrights recently featured my poem “Gradual Rot” on their home page. Thanks!

Reverse Commute


I finally got my copy of “Ides” in the mail. Published by L.A.-based Silver Birch Press, it’s a collection of fifteen poetry chapbooks, including my own, “Reverse Commute.”

The anthology is available for purchase at Amazon and contains some stunning pieces.

In the weeks to come, I will be sharing my work, along with poems by other poets whose work appears in the collection, here on my blog.
A big thanks to Silver Birch Press for their efforts to promote emerging writers.