My front yard has an empty
space. But, its gate, I assumed was well
built, surviving the unrelenting Minnesota
frost, nothing is wrong with my fence, my upbringing,
I thought. Mom and Dad put the posts
down. Dad sacrificed hours in its landscaping
green, lush foliage all around, his creative
touch, passionate, instilling taste and inspiration
and, even if the fence was a little crooked,
because of the wine glass constantly in his hand,
its ok. But there was that empty space,
and aching with a dreamlike gaze
there I saw you, come here.
you were a sunflower so sublime, I quickly
planted you. Young girls with
innocent hearts, stop to admire you
in my yard. Your charm, beaming. How
fast you grew! The nourishment
from an insecure heart like a
miracle grow. I knew, my yard would simply
be seasonal. Two months
and your bright petals fade into
nonexistence. Even after you
felt my hands pressing, settling you
In the soil. I thought. That I was your September
blossoming Aster, Venus’s Flower ,
The purple petals are fragile
I don’t grow like I’m supposed to
creeping so that you won’t see
me, going to class. watching you from afar.
Now, I am shoveling in the Texas heat, turning over
the soil, wanting your roots to go away.
The sun beating freckles
On my face. Working so desperately
so my yard can transform, grow
into what I have always dreamed, love complete.
Where a butterfly gently graces my fence,
because this is where my miracles can happen.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
I went to Misato Japan, .
Small people and the gentlest of faces
small roads and rice patties.
Miso Soup and a kiwi farm.
Photo booths and game centers.
I didn’t take enough pictures
Sendai before it was destroyed.
Matsushima and the buddhist temple.
The flocks of seagulls near our boat.
The islands so distinct.
Wind so powerful.
We were treated like royalty,
looked at like celebrities.
I was dressed in a Kimono
and treated to a feast.
People so gentle,
bows full of honor
gratitude in their eyes
immense kindness I was shown.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
It is near Minocqua Wisconsin,
along Lake Placid,
on the Lac Du Flambeau Reservation.
Majestic Pine Trees,
Maple Leaves,
and the haunting echo of the loon.
The district attorney of Illinois
my Great Grandpa, George Hall
this was his cabin.
My grandmother, Georgia and her sisters
on the walls, her sister Rosa
looks a bit like me, she died at 16.
I have a relative,
can’t remember who, but he died in
the chair I still like to fall asleep in.
They say he had a peaceful slumber
My father’s sailboat parked within the trees
what adventure this boat entails
the wind and water, lets me feel free
Can’t wait until I can sail on the sea.
The old canoe lays by the lake
I always imagine, the Native people
here before I, their land,
which I now call my own.
The Lake of Torches Casino
now what they call their own.
I admire the
beauty of their tradition, rich in spirit
finding peace with mother earth--
musical flutes and tribal drums,
I am connected to my creator.
A family jewel,
I hope it always remains
rich in history,
the enchanting sound of the murmuring pines
a part of me, my favorite place to be.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
He holds me near the keys
I sit on his knee
playing asian melodies
with the black keys on white
I fall asleep to his unique melodies of the night.
Easter time, I remember Louis
he came to our home on King Street
what wonderful feathers, and lovely tweet
Louis would fly free, the wood banister is his seat.
Large tomatoes grew outside,
She would go there to hide,
in the sun, crouched down, tending the flowers
looking after me almost every hour.
Polish pottery set on the table.
wooden spoons and soup ladel.
Her lovely flower crown, and white gown
the chapel bell’s sound
I hope my wedding can be
as beautiful as this one was across the sea.
She curled my hair often, barrettes, and bows
for first communion and theater shows
She wore long skirts, long hair
and an irish hat she would wear.
We thought she dressed funny,
But now I wear her greek cape
We shared a small room
I would hear him breathe softly
when morning would loom.
we danced wildly to NSYNC
and giggled and played
how sad I am--things have changed.
Four of us, together forever
nothing can tear us apart, never.
and now I wish I had kinder things to say
my family so beautiful
the memories, like the most lovely song
I always want to hear--
so I won’t be far, so our hearts can be near.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
The thrill
The emotion i feel
When I see those city lights
The wind of the freeway
The paradox of insignificance yet
Empowerment.
The deep night sky and the speed
Millions of souls
Gathered in this place
The glows and gathering of us
Traveling all so fast
Around and through this city
Connecting rejoining passing and colliding
All different ways on the freeway
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
I don't really know
Where do my thoughts
Really explore and where
Do my thoughts really soar
Where does this glee reside
Why don't I miss the part
That died
The boy who I loved
But he simply shoved
Me out and I'm fine
But I want to soak up silence
And seep down to its core
And I want to learn more
I yearn for
Endless adventures
Night skies and endless laughter
Someone's embrace and a fast pace.
Creativity sits idle
And my mind focuses on
Nothing of nourishment
And grows dull in
The glow of the screen
Let new ideas come forth
And let my mind rejoice in
It's own unique beauty
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC