Book o’ Verse

This poem was originally about the joy of lemonade and coffee shops. Over time it became about other things that go away and comes back — like creativity. But these last few weeks, it’s become about missing lemonade and coffee … Read on Macduff...

Bodies fly
close
overhead

glittering geese eyes

turning my body to track

invisible, lovely
dark 

                                          honk.

Up on those shoulders. Over that soft tummy, the gray-haired chest slopping in.
Sitting up there, hands clutched together in clumps of see-through white.
He walks you around the edge of the lake. It feel so light up there on … Read on Macduff...

both kids at other
kids’ houses two toothbrushes
standing by the sink.

Snow lights
the heavens you
sparkle at me cold

soft indentations
that last a week or so
the footprints crushed

the heavens sparkle
at me cold
you
snow.

“75 years, same coffee.”
Don’t trust fancy coffee drinkers, they’re saying.
Or at least, do trust people who are constant
— fixed, unflinching
with scorched taste buds.
Give your money to the folks who say
Go to hell, cappuccino. Go … Read on Macduff...

Kids write the darndest verse. A while back I posted a poem or two by my daughter Shonny. Here’s one from my six-year-old son. He doesn’t really talk like this, but every once in a while he’ll belt out a … Read on Macduff...

Now more than ever we could all really use
a yearbook photographer.

Whispering 'round the quad.
Snapping photos of us
and our respective pals
through the zoom lens of
a swank 35mm Canon (Christmas gift)
as we participate in various