a few samples of my poetry...
I rummage through my childhood,
around dustbins and doghouses,
searching for enough scraps to build a solid memory.
Where is the cocker spaniel they said was my companion,
the one that died
from eating ground glass in raw meat fed by an intruder?
Where are the songs my grown up sister still sings,
and the stories everyone else remembers?
Where are the laughing cousins,
the crying babies,
the adults who bandaged our bloody knees?
Where is the Grace who knitted ill-fitting sweaters,
and kneaded her own unhappy moments
into friday bread dough?
All i can remember
is an empty doghouse
and the back of a motorcycle
with the wind in my three year old hair,
when my dad was young and we lived on the highway.
Today I turned a page of calendar
past the circled date of your release
and thought of you
trying to drown yourself of loneliness.
I peered past the ripple who you are
through muddy water to a riverbed.
You think you alter course with
drunkenness--a shrouded form
pretending not to hear me when i call--
but i know you as if you were myself
wading into cold and shallow eddies
of my own loss.
What is this silence?
My letters gone unanswered.
Do you glance at the corners,
turn them in your hand,
run your fingertips along each edge
Do they sit, unnoticed, among
piles of grocery ads and credit card
solicitations? Do you
hold the crisp blue envelopes
to your nose, wondering at
the lingering smell of my perfume?
Do you open them slowly,
read my words and ponder over
After all my cautious selections
of the just perfect words,
my agony over careful inuendo
and well-phrased off-the-cuff questions,
still there is no response,
no legal-sized envelope with
crisp, hard handwriting,
no funny card, no humble apology,
no angry goodbye. No hint
of your thoughts except this flag
still down on my mailbox.
I have also written a few articles about multiage teaching.
Maybe I'll post them here in the future!
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