Fog by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.  

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Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

  Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. … Continue reading Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Cycle of Abuse: Chapter 1

I have thought long and hard...On how to begin this. Should I talk about the Juncos that grace my deck? The snowstorm that so much reminds me of my later teenage years? How instinctively I understand those with mental health disabilities? Photography? Poems? Writing? Or... Should I stay on track grammatically?  For if you listened … Continue reading Cycle of Abuse: Chapter 1

Clifford Bernel by Mark O’Brien

Clifford Bernel by Mark O'Brien   Lonnie didn’t want to eat with Clifford. I tried to keep my eyes away from his mouth, Which opened uncontrollably, His thick saliva oozing over him. And he couldn’t talk. So I ate my lunch with Lonnie, heard him talk About the dive which broke his neck, about His … Continue reading Clifford Bernel by Mark O’Brien

Where is the Fault?

What is this? Ugliness in the trees. Unsightly, gait to a walk. Hailstorms of purposeful distort. No matter the purpose, I cannot transcend. No matter the discourse, in and around, the bend. No matter the purpose, there is no pretense.   Aghast, I speak to the spirit inside me. 'Come along!  Find another!  Let me … Continue reading Where is the Fault?