TSM 226 — forever rose

We meet here every Tuesday morning at Rosie’s cafe, to sip coffee and converse about what’s happened since last week. It’s ordinary things we talk about, like what our kids have been up to, yard work planned and/or completed, what chapter we’re on in our current books, what episode on our current series. We’ve filled…

dVerse — MTB — Kiss of the Goddess

Quail from your downward darting kiss from Siegfried Sassoon’s, The Kiss quail skitter in yesterday’s green from under ferny parasols your face flickers, a cinema, downward; frayed cellulose reruns darting confabulation’s myth kiss me again, again ’til dust kiss without bed of delusion darting sparks; myth made manifest downward wrung, convergence breathes life your heart’s…

dVerse — Monday Haibun — Solstice

Mom will not see another solstice in this life. Day is night and night is day as night approaches. They say the morphine is to help with breathing and for the pain; but mom was breathing ok before and she had no pain other than that of the children she bore and the grandchildren she…

dVerse — Prosery — December May Yet…

Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow. –Christina Rossetti, from Daughter of Eve Bell is working her way towards upper management. Armand is an exchange student beginning a summer internship. As Bell speaks fluent Spanish she’s been asked to mentor him. Even though she, forty years old, is twice Armand’s age,…

TSM 203 — Now Shattered Glass

“Reflection” by G-Crew When the wind has gone, when the sun is bright I see your dear face, your smile in repose; brief, shining moment where love’s bond encodes. Today’s frame pauses, reflective abode. I’m still a child; you, a tender parent. You rock me, singing lullaby, voice true, forever imprint vessel I cling to,…

dVerse — MTB — Kwansaba Praise Poem

left to right:  grandma at age 72; grandma holding my younger son; grandma holding me as a baby; grandma and grandpa one Christmas. To Grandma Her name means little free man. A little woman, she was not free, in tether to home, ills, and pills; yet clan flocked to her oasis for coffee, cards, laughs;…