Friday, December 22, 2023

BETTER THAN BEING ALONE

People say,

"I would rather be alone rather than married to him,"

as if being alone is bad

but at least not as bad as being with him


When being alone

means cooking Gallo Pinto

while taking belts (that's what my mother calls it)

from a Jack Daniel's bottle


That ain't bad


That's the best

Sunday, December 17, 2023

The Shameful Stamp

  • Imagine
if the anti-Irish sentiment
that waned mid century 
was as relentless and unremitting
as the anti-semitism that still permeates 
so many cultures of the world

we were donkeys fresh off the boat
both a description of our brawn
and a disparagement
micks, and paddies, and harps
bogtrotters if we did not have the privilege of education
in southern parts, hillbillies was a term that first applied to us

but now

we have St. Patrick's Day
and parades
where everyone is suddenly Irish
and begging a kiss

but they

have protests
with torches
and hate

Saturday, November 19, 2022

GLOBETROTTING

When you view it on a map

it looks so far away

but our apartment was mere steps from your front door


The trek to town was longer

but the view of the Reek was worth it


We toasted here and there and there

and tipped the best bartender

so that he could fill

the most enormous empty Powers Whiskey bottle

with all our loose change

Saturday, September 24, 2022

UNTITLED

There you are

that fatal moment

standing on the edge


Just when you

think no one's looking

I see you pick your wedge


7/29/1998 - Pierce Pettis at Club Passim

Tuesday, August 2, 2022

RSVP

Why do I rehearse disappointment?


When all signs are pointing toward

being forgotten

or left out

I prepare myself for the blow


no phone call

a gut punch

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

DANCING WITH MYSELF

I've felt the earth shake

and I've seen the breeze blow


I've savored so many of the world's delights


The world's best cinnamon bun

praline feuilletine

beef bourguignon

a rain dripped raspberry with the smell of mint 

crushing under my feet 


And yet


I'm watching the tip burn down

closer and closer to the end of the cigarette


 

Friday, October 1, 2021

1989

When your music entered my life

I was thirteen years old


I was a woman

when your music entered my soul


And like a thread knotted and sewn

from then until now

you've been there

through the breakups

and breakdowns

as dependable as the changing of the seasons


And guiding me forward

toward the twilight sky