Tag Archives: Prose poetry

I watch distant blue hills, mountains that check off into the clouds or the water. I am afraid of getting old. I am afraid of forgetting what time it is what gate to depart what I’m doing here. I try to look as intelligent as possible perky, alert but I am afraid of the dark pathsContinue reading “Meditation on an Airplane”

A man hunches over a shopping cart digging in the castoffs by the freeway My car zips by. A boy hunched over an old table working to read a book by himself My heart goes out. I tugged on the huge multi-limb branch the redwood tree dropped by the garden The saw chewed. The catContinue reading “Collage”

Mother to Daughter Inspired by Langston Hughes Texts, phone calls, visits, Daughter, I’ll say My life hasn’t been a nonstop in first class There’ve been layovers And re-directs, detours, Cancellations, And crisscrossing the country in Coach. But all the time I’ve loved the cloudscapes Collecting air miles Seeing things sharper But sometimes getting lost WithContinue reading “Mother to Daughter”