A Lament for Margot
There was not one second, not one tiny sliver of a moment when I didn’t think you were beautiful. You, among the trims of taffeta, the trails of incandescent pearls. You, standing in the...
Category: Poem
Thanksgiving Bird
Poem A small bird sat on a bony twig All alone, heavy-hearted. The winter wind ruffled his feathers His berry-black eye cried a homesick tear. Missing his nest-bound days, Missing the berries and...
Other Tuesdays
Other Tuesdays were not as bleak The trees held more leaves Nature’s warmth still held us close As the fall winds called for change Other Tuesdays were better off spent There were cobblestone streets...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 13, August 6, 2014
Madonna rises ahead. The ski lift passes out of sight. Mira and I walked hear all the way from Mountain Laurel 15 via the Meadowlark. Now I wonder what we were thinking. gravel on...
Silent Pain
I watched you lay there in silent pain I watched you lay look at me in silent pain Your eyes speaking without volume You tried hard to speak to me There wasn’t much I...
The Prophet
Poem If I wandered the streets With feet unshod like Socrates and demanded You answer the question: “What is Justice?” Would You think I was a lunatic? Or just another prophet. more...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 12: August 5, 2014
Our self-guided Wike begins with soggy sneakers. Our path emerges from wet, high grasses near the driveway to Mountain Laurels. We find a path to Notchville Park and take the loop down to the...
To Be Reborn
Leaves on the ground. Blue on the windows. Steps on the stairs. Red in the eyes. You ate my heart without regret. The feast was witnessed by the dwarfs, and the fairies with their...
