Month: December 2016

My wish for YOU

After my sweet mom died, I made this shadow box for my heartbroken father. (These are paper doves, not stuffed!) Together, Mom and Dad had always enjoyed the sweet sound of mourning doves and kept their bird and squirrel feeders full. Now, my parents live together…

Hopeful Mama Still Loves Me

Scoot and me are late to school. I don’t like being late because everyone stares and Miss Primrose expects a ‘reasonable excuse for tardiness.’ Scooter pulls out his pocketknife and strolls to the front, his happy eyes aiming at the wood he’s about to…

NO EMU were injured in this creation!

I thought about gluing Oreo cookies to his knee caps but thought he looked knobby enough. Besides, the black and white might have overshadowed his slippers!

“Short One Paddle for a Row”

I wrote this a while back as a blues song. If only I could hear Taj Mahal bring it to life! Check his “Ain’t nobody’s business but my own.” I met him once, had my picture taken with him. Wish I could find it for…

She Mopes Loud!

  I tried to ignore the crash from upstairs—the third one now. Reba shook her head, her smile fading. “She still up there caterwauling and hurling things ’cross her room. Poor chil’ don’t never seem to get a leg back up ’fore it drops…

A Falling-Out

After a falling-out with a friend I had visited in NYC, I originally wrote this as a song. But, of course, now I don’t remember the tune!   85th and Riverside City of lights, its slice of the world where friendships evolve and feeling unfurl and…

Renewal or Regret?

Cono, age eighteen, travels back home to confront his father.   Getting on the train, I’m thankful it’s not crowded. Too many people too close to me is something I’ll never get used to. I find a seat toward the back like I always do….

Meta Kraus has a dark side

… and she keeps it hidden in her journal. Note: Before Meta Duecker existed between the pages of The Last Bordello, she first came alive in a very different way — in my original unpublished novel entitled Naked, She Lies. Both are supreme pianists and well-read….

First and Last Impressions

  Rummaging through my hoarding stacks of old journals and writings, I found another poem so you can Pillage through my words. Side View Mirror In a side view mirror with a dark side view I’m driving down the highway and I’m thinking of you I see a…

If you ask me for money…

… I will give you a ticket to the circus where the lions will tell jokes and laugh when you miss the popcorn intended for your mouth. …I will give you a ride to the far side of the moon where angels will rub…