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.
Defeat
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