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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Dear Life:

Cats can be so freaking entertaining.
Everyone should be owned by one or two.


Saturday, September 24, 2016

Dear Mother Nature:

About those vivid, little red leaves
that keep appearing (one per day!) in my
driveway every day this week:

where are they coming from?

All the trees in my yard
are still bright green...
with names like EVERGREEN!

The neighbors' trees are also
still green---
and yet, and yet, and YET---

every day this week, a solitary, small red leaf
has magically appeared in my habitual
path to the mailbox.

Thank you, Mother Nature/Universe
It has to be a gift, right?  Right!

It's been more healing
and heartwarming
than a bushel of rubies---

I feel as light as air...


Are gypsy fairies dropping them? :-)

Friday, September 23, 2016

Clowns Don't Just Show Up

Dear X_____:

After our first hour
of conversation---

(You tossing the hook, line & sinker
over & over...coming up baitless/fishless)---

I felt your pain,
then heard your pain in
the soft, barely perceptible 'tink'
of the full, then empty wine glass as you
periodically & regularly
sipped and tipped---
then set it on the table.

The faint, quiet whoosh of cigarette smoke
blown into the phone
surprised me as you
critiqued others
for smoking and drinking.

My, my, my.
But who am I to judge, right?

And yet you want to
help me arrange my life---

Strange...and sad.
I'm sorry for your pain,
but I'm tangled up
in my own right now...
We never actually got around
to me in that long
fishing expedition.

Dear World:

Clowns don't just show up...
Someone calls them
to come & make you laugh
or cry.

Girl, you've never once
phoned me before...

Why now?


Saturday, September 17, 2016

Dear Books:

You are my blood & bones,
my secret loves,
the morning dew
on my velvet-red roses...
my lifelines
in a world without
trees or toeholds...

Every book I've ever read
has been a love letter
to my heart & soul.

I love you, books.
You have never betrayed me.
This is MY love letter
back to you.

Paper + ink = Love.


Sunday, September 4, 2016

My Mother

...was an uneducated barmaid
after my father died
when I was very young.
I basically raised myself
among always-drunk relatives
and their handsy old friends.
I wore rags & hand-me-downs
to school and
got one pair of shoes a year.

Summer was barefoot time...
and therefore pinworms from
walking where the mangy dogs
shit and pissed day after day.
That medicine was nasty.
Lunch was bologna sandwiches
devoured on the porch
with red kool-aid.

Grocery list:
beer, bread & bologna.

The heat was oppressive.

My siblings & I roamed all summer,
usually over the levee along
the Red River.
We stayed out past dark playing
kick the can.  Nobody called
us in to take a bath.
We usually slept dirty,
just washing our feet.

Mama's boyfriends
sometimes came over.
One had a truck & they
loaded the 3 of us in back of
the truck.  It was cold.
We had no coats
so we huddled
together to keep warm
as a drunk stranger drove
us through the frigid night.
I only recall cold & fear &
the sweet warmth of my
skinny sisters' bodies.

I miss the childhood I never had.


Saturday, September 3, 2016

Dear God:

You said:

1 Corinthians 10:13 - "There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."


What to do now that You have abandoned me?



Friday, September 2, 2016

Dear Hurricane:

No offense to Florida
or to the East Coast,
but thank you for
flying into the
bath water-warm
Gulf of Mexico
and demolishing Louisiana
yet again.

I don't think
we could take
even one more