The Forgotten Mask


Monday morning,Cold and steel gray,The old lady drove to the convenience storeWith steely confidenceFor milk and breadTo start her day. She strode into the store,Gathered her items,And placed them on the counter. The counter lady asked“Where your mask, sweetie?”The old lady cried out, high-pitch laughing, “Oh My God! I left it in the car!” And … More The Forgotten Mask

GOODBYE, 2020 (in Three Poems)


Covid TV Winter Snow December 18, 2020 My cable is disabled.Local channels, only,appear. Beyond basic,Snow—pixelated screen,Sound fading in and out, First disrupting the most-watched channel band-width—59 to 208—gone. MSNBC and MeTV, CNN and The Weather Channelsnowed out. Other band-withs,usually ignored,come into view: On SyFy, an old CSI: LV anda never-before-noticed Bruce Willis shoot-em-up distracted me … More GOODBYE, 2020 (in Three Poems)

New York Trippin’


I. On Broadway Our tour bus rolled into Manhattan and through the narrow, bustling streets of Broadway, Right on schedule for us to disembark and stand on-line to see “Ain’t Too Proud to Beg,” The story of the Temp-Tay-shuns! Waiting for the theatre doors to open, my aunt and I lamented, “This may be my … More New York Trippin’

The Wages of Life


I. When someone calls me Young lady, I don’t know whether To laugh or cry Out: I’m not so young; 65.5 years have I lived on this Earth! I’ve done my time, committed crimes and paid the fines for all my youthful indiscretions. [And God has told me, It’s alright, my child.] I’ve learned lessons … More The Wages of Life

Vampire Hours


As the comfort of Winter Darkness wanes and a hint of Spring expands the Light of Day, my nights transmute into Vampire Hours. I cannot sleep. My mind seeks the blood of dreams awakened— plans for tomorrow, regrets of yesterday, a million hopes, a thousand fears converging like bats seeking their cave. I try to … More Vampire Hours