Heartbreak and Hope – a poem about South Africa

Heartbreak and Hope – a poem about South Africa

Heartbreak and Hope South Africa has a beat to it, under my feet like a heart. Energy healing in KwaZulu Natal, land of the Zulus, never conquered Rutted roads, few cars, tramp of children’s feet running to school, Concrete floors, rug mats, naps side-by-side, coughs...

Sweet 16 Revelation – a poem about awakening to truth

Sweet 16 Revelation – a poem about awakening to truth

Sweet 16 Revelation Like ten kernels of corn, amongst 300, We huddled together at Jeff’s sweet 16 party Shocked, isolated, in the minority Skin glowing white under strobe party lights Music pounded, bass insistently calling Come to the dance floor NOW! Unfamiliar as...

The Day My Heart Broke – a poem about cancer

The Day My Heart Broke – a poem about cancer

The Day My Heart Broke October 12, 2015, CT results in pancreatic cancer, Stage 4, terminal prepare to die, estimated lifespan now measured in weeks, unexpectedly “I do” and “till death do us part” now with unanticipated meaning more than words, now deeds to choose or...

When Love Showed Up – a poem about love

When Love Showed Up – a poem about love

When Love Showed Up You met him on a retreat, his first and only one laughing, talking on a Delaware Water Gap dock with two brothers catching eel for their beloved grandmother’s breakfast He held the caught eel which wriggled, squirming his hand up almost to its...

Maine Moments – Maine poem 2

Maine Moments – Maine poem 2

Maine Moments Granite rocks, crashing waves tide pools and sweeps of sand craggy Maine landscapes concealed in frequent fog Crouched on the dock, flashlight spots millions of just-born lobsters smaller than a fingernail, phosphorus green seeking cover, building shells...

Swimming the Narrows – Maine poem 1

Swimming the Narrows – Maine poem 1

Swimming the Narrows Lifejackets on the dock until age 13 unless you swam the Leadbetter Narrows there and back, 40-degree water, strong tides small heads bobbing, pausing, swimming on and on imagining sand sharks, nibbling toes Ten cousins on a summer island boys vs....

Six Poems Since January 2017

Listening to Waves Listening to waves, the moon calls me and the blood of my womb answers, Although I no longer bleed. Emotions surge, drift, toss. Lifting small creatures from the sea floor, Snails, sea urchins, seaweed, sea slugs. No choice, taken, seized, only to...

The 2nd Year Still Sucks As I Move On

I had the idea that my life would be easier once I got through my 1st year without David. So I toughed it out through the summer where there were no specific landmark days but I couldn't go to Maine because there were a million memories of him painting, of laughing...

Why choose to call myself Bad Widow?

Down by the East River, Blown by the Wind I am often asked why I chose to call myself bad widow. It's astonishing to me how often people vehemently object to it. And even tell me that bad widow will have consequences, even lead to misunderstandings which could harm...

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Heartbreak and Hope – a poem about South Africa

Heartbreak and Hope – a poem about South Africa

Heartbreak and Hope South Africa has a beat to it, under my feet like a heart. Energy healing in KwaZulu Natal, land of the Zulus, never conquered Rutted roads, few cars, tramp of children’s feet running to school, Concrete floors, rug mats, naps side-by-side, coughs...

Sweet 16 Revelation – a poem about awakening to truth

Sweet 16 Revelation – a poem about awakening to truth

Sweet 16 Revelation Like ten kernels of corn, amongst 300, We huddled together at Jeff’s sweet 16 party Shocked, isolated, in the minority Skin glowing white under strobe party lights Music pounded, bass insistently calling Come to the dance floor NOW! Unfamiliar as...

The Day My Heart Broke – a poem about cancer

The Day My Heart Broke – a poem about cancer

The Day My Heart Broke October 12, 2015, CT results in pancreatic cancer, Stage 4, terminal prepare to die, estimated lifespan now measured in weeks, unexpectedly “I do” and “till death do us part” now with unanticipated meaning more than words, now deeds to choose or...

When Love Showed Up – a poem about love

When Love Showed Up – a poem about love

When Love Showed Up You met him on a retreat, his first and only one laughing, talking on a Delaware Water Gap dock with two brothers catching eel for their beloved grandmother’s breakfast He held the caught eel which wriggled, squirming his hand up almost to its...

Maine Moments – Maine poem 2

Maine Moments – Maine poem 2

Maine Moments Granite rocks, crashing waves tide pools and sweeps of sand craggy Maine landscapes concealed in frequent fog Crouched on the dock, flashlight spots millions of just-born lobsters smaller than a fingernail, phosphorus green seeking cover, building shells...

Swimming the Narrows – Maine poem 1

Swimming the Narrows – Maine poem 1

Swimming the Narrows Lifejackets on the dock until age 13 unless you swam the Leadbetter Narrows there and back, 40-degree water, strong tides small heads bobbing, pausing, swimming on and on imagining sand sharks, nibbling toes Ten cousins on a summer island boys vs....

Six Poems Since January 2017

Listening to Waves Listening to waves, the moon calls me and the blood of my womb answers, Although I no longer bleed. Emotions surge, drift, toss. Lifting small creatures from the sea floor, Snails, sea urchins, seaweed, sea slugs. No choice, taken, seized, only to...

The 2nd Year Still Sucks As I Move On

I had the idea that my life would be easier once I got through my 1st year without David. So I toughed it out through the summer where there were no specific landmark days but I couldn't go to Maine because there were a million memories of him painting, of laughing...

Why choose to call myself Bad Widow?

Down by the East River, Blown by the Wind I am often asked why I chose to call myself bad widow. It's astonishing to me how often people vehemently object to it. And even tell me that bad widow will have consequences, even lead to misunderstandings which could harm...