A Sashiko Life
You might say she stitched her life in a loose-wove cloth [Read More…]
Category: Poetry by Jeeni
Some things just must be said as poetry.
3AM
when we are literally sick and tired,
we turn back, and see others running behind us
with a bit more energy,
A Mother’s Border Policy
We don’t need the wisdom of Solomon to prioritize
all of the desperate human beings knocking at our door.
Why I Collect Cobalt Glass
Old enough to know she shouldn’t touch them,
although she often did.
Old enough to sound out the words
embossed on their labels:
Evening in Paris
Perfume
Cologne
Eau de Toilette
Toilet water in a bottle?
She would puzzle the why of it.
Your Last Lie
While you were snickering and sniveling,palms circling together in sinister delight, [Read More…]
Atlantic City 1964
When my grandmother took me with her on her annual summer vacation to Atlantic City, it was not anything like I had expected.
A Love Poem to Poetry
Sticky stuff of cadence and rhyme,
repeated by humankind since vowels and consonants
first combined as stories passed from
fires to phones, stubbornly persist.
The Great Adventure
You cannot really plan for what tricksters will do,
or a change in weather,
or whatever washes up on the way,
to trash our timelines, spreadsheets,
and gratifying checkoff lists.
Moving to New Hampshire
Did we really have to travel this far,
to have no alternative but to finally get some rest.
to talk all night…
like we never talked before.
And laugh.
like we never laughed before
because it’s all so damn hysterical
how nothing,
NOTHING!
went according to plan.