Ruby Slippers Wanted
Like the chambered nautilus,
I have outgrown my previous dwellings.
Is there no going home again?
Monthly Archives: April 2009
NaPoWriMo-Day 29
Theseus’ Lament
Tired donkey blinks irreverently
in the noonday sun,
oblivious to ancient echoes.
In Memoriam
Hospice warned us that anniversaries are often the most difficult times. This I have found to be true. It was a year ago today that I lost my beloved father, and he has been on my mind constantly as this date approached. Shortly after his death, I penned the following piece, which first appeared on Survivor’s Review:
http://www.survivorsreview.org/features.php?vol=7&art=101
My sister and I also put our heads together to write this obituary for him:
http://www.bnl.gov/bnlweb/pubaf/bulletin/obit/Cohn.asp.
Dad accomplished many things in his long and productive life, but I remember him best as a loving father. Rest in peace, Dad.
NaPoWriMo- Day 28
Dad: A Remembrance
When the petals of the
Kousa dogwood suddenly unfurl,
it will have been a year.
NaPoWriMo-Day 27
Deconstructing Point of View
It is not, she pronounces,
by any means an egocentric I,
but more of a universal I , really.
NaPoWriMo- Day 26
Ice Age
The late winter snowfall makes polar caps
on the gazing globe in my garden.
NaPoWriMo-Day 25
The Problem With Pears
is that even when they look
and feel ripe, they rarely are
when you cut them open
NaPoWriMo- Day 24
What If?
and so I chose the road on the right
ending up here instead of elsewhere—
therein lies the difference.
NaPoWriMo-Day 23
Symphony
The thunder claps its baton
and saturated clouds drop their rain
like weeping Niobes.
NaPoWriMo- Day 22
Nostalgia
French toast drowning in maple syrup,
the Brandenburg Concertos playing
quietly in the background.
It must be Sunday.
