the longest night (A poem)

A nasty cold is not particularly conducive to writing poetry, but I gave it a shot… Snorting, sneezing, scratchy-throat coughing—one giant throb Sleeping for minutes that feel like hours of hard work Every cell remains inert in formation as a blob tired of awakening every five minutes with a jerk Sleeping for minutes that feel [...]

Broken teeth and second-degree burns (A poem)

A pantoum inspired by physical sensations and the occasional mind-body struggle. When it feels as though my teeth are about to shatter and the hot and cold shoot down to the pit of my stomach I have to remember that mere physical sensations aren’t supposed to matter Steady concentration is supposed to put me back on [...]

When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)

Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days. The afternoon feels empty and cold I can’t seem to get myself going Today feels like the same old same old I look around and there’s nothing doing Outside it’s all cloudy and grey I can’t [...]

A morning poem (a poem)

The January 16th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to come up with a list of ten words each about oil and snow, then to alternate a word from the two lists in each line of a poem until all the words have been [...]

The death of the Grand Dame (A poem)

Attempting to form a tribute from a jumble of impressions on a very long day… It snowed in Lithuania today they’ve got aerial photos for proof In fact, it seems colder just about everywhere the skies gone cloudless for the prettiest star Three years ago, wandering the streets of Germantown we’d no idea where we were [...]

Sickbed slumber #4 (a poem)

Almost better—just one day, maybe two, to go… I should light the candles on the table There’s no atmosphere to create tonight but might still look nice the dim light flickering in the dark The cat sleeping on my chest keeps me warm the damp cloth on my forehead keeps the fever down the cup [...]