Thursday, October 20, 2011

Poem, October 20, 2011

Band Aids, butter and vanilla
The high point of my day.
Forgot about the glass cleaner.
God damn me!

You cannot believe
What vanilla costs.
The rare and exotic bark
Of something.

It is seldom that I receive mail
All the bills are paid on line
Spell check rejects the word

The trees are turning orange under
A blue sky with white clouds.
The smell of the air whispers

I have to start thinking about
The play we’re reading next week
And forget about the inspiration
As he fades.

When I clean my apartment
For the seven actors arriving soon.
You have to remember the best way
Is move things.

You’d be surprised what’s hiding
Behind the couch or under the table.
I try to do the same thing with my writing:
Bare my soul.


  1. What can I say? You rock the ink!! xo

  2. I'm really digging the realness and relativity of your work. Very nice.

  3. Thank you Janet and JohnnieStrange. I let myself go a little more here. And I'm trying to go into new metaphors and images...the top of my grocery list! I have to concentrate next week on the reading of a big play, so I might not be around. Thanks for your support.