we discuss AI, the Battle of Thermopylae
one’s personal canon, pop quizzes on Halloween
self-checkout, self-nurturing bedtime podcasts —
I feel closer to you now than I’ve ever felt,
our long-distance mother-child symbiosis

we discuss AI, the Battle of Thermopylae
one’s personal canon, pop quizzes on Halloween
self-checkout, self-nurturing bedtime podcasts —
I feel closer to you now than I’ve ever felt,
our long-distance mother-child symbiosis
sporadic moments of joy
erupting in everyday witness
of what is & what still might be
chocolate chip cookies for breakfast
give me a break!
Trick or TREAT – it’s Halloween, y’all
puppy growls a protective warning
circles the interior perimeter of the house
unknown, unseen assailants quiver in fear
mommy & daddy are safe, once again
autumn leaf portraits
matted on grass & concrete walkways
wooden decks and neglected patios
entire galleries of art
beneath our feet
a rally of leaves
pepper the front yard —
a small gathering forms
beneath the maple
and the oak
husband does all the cooking
garbage patrol is my domain
mowing, half & half
he does the front, I do the back
My prose poem, what I really meant, was published today in the 3rd issue of The Creekside Magazine which is self-described as, “reminiscent of camping as a child, of the wafting scent of baking cookies, the taste of cigarettes in the air at Grandma’s house. We want works suggest of or about home and belonging (whatever that means to you).”
Thanks for looking. I hope you enjoy it!
brittle October morning
these are the days
I’ve looked forward to all year
so few, so far between
but oh! so worth the wait
acorn squash & sausages
Honeycrisps, for apple crumble
hearty supper, scrumptious dessert
all in one (autumnal) fell swoop
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