Bike Ride Sunday 102725

Halloween decorations displayed in the house as of yesterday. My friend and I decided to take a bike ride, probably our last one of the year.  Temp was in mid-50’s, wind 12 mph, sunny,  but not sunny under the trees.  In summer the shade of trees is welcomed; just the opposite in non-summer.  I wish…

POPO 2025 — Day 27 — Dotty Goes In

Dotty Goes In Dotty goes in for her surgery in 2 days. The once-small lump near belly button keeps growing. Today it is a golf ball hemisphere. It doesn’t bother her like it bothers me. She writhes on her back, purring, while its red angry presence laughs. Fuck you, tumor. Soon you will be jarred,…

POPO 2025 — Day 26 — On Bombing Iran (written on 4th of July)

On Bombing Iran (written on 4th of July) I made a spotify playlist last night. Words escaped to string into feelings. It was easy. Distracted for a moment from seeing a curse come true for the whole world. How many will die? Like I mentioned before, these are not ekphrastic poems.  The puff looked like…

POPO 2025 — Day 25 — Helped

Help(ed) Someone blinked neon green help at me through atrium window one night. How the tiny prisoner came to be trapped doesn’t matter only that they needed release. One jar and paper towel later she blinked thanks at me then away, into ink.

POPO 2025 — Day 24 — Chip Be Nimble

Chip Be Nimble I was reminded today that chipmunks are squirrels instead of chatty cartoons, runners and burrowers. I watched one climb the slider screen, then pull itself onto windchimes to trapeze. Only a miniature squirrel could be so nimble. Note: You may be wondering what fruit has to do with chipmunks. Nothing, other than…