Poetry

Occasionally I write in verse.

I Wish You Would

I wish you would stop drinkingAnd be sober for a while;I wish you would stop huntingFor some stranger veteran’s smile. I wish you could see yourselfAs you are when you’ve had too much;I wish you’d leave it on the shelfAnd tell yourself “Don’t touch.” I wish you’d choose Sam, Mom, or me,Instead of yourself for…

Dementia

You told me that story again,That same one you always tell, How no man lived past forty-nine, They all died but you were well. But this time when you told me itYou forgot how it should end.No, you couldn’t remember, It was all just a pretend. It showed me you’re slowly slippingAway, and well past before;You call it…

Venereal Tinuviel: Motherhood

Trees for shelter and vines for honeyed fruit,The moon for the sun, the dusk for the dawn,Seeds for saplings, the felled nurse for the shoot.My Evening Star makes the stygian gone. Youthful beauty is not withered, but aged,Your lithe, young body is no longer yours;Wealth that you once dreamt, away like time, fades,But a mother’s…

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