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Family Values

lying in wait was more tolerable than lying in worry

watching for her to peer around the corner

sprinkling sparkling remnants to be crafted into

something, anything

pretending that words could matter on a screen to

someone, anyone

but the visits became more sparse

returning me to words that drift on air from

one ear, another ear

leaving me wondering if ownership exists

when attitudes are hurled like a storm

nobody recording the cold temperature of rejections

or the burn of a verbal punch landed on another

denial the likely outcome of useless confrontation

and the mantra, buzzing in my head

“what other people think of me is none of my business”

so less so should their shenanigans towards one another be mine

or is that true

do you ever stop mothering, do they cease to be your child

I am old enough to know that ridicule is a beast

in the pocket of the unleasher

how do I convey that to a young man

that is trying to trust, trying to love

in a world where even those closest to you

disappoint

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Craigslist Anonymity

standing at an asphalt junction

with a stranger that filled every space with himself

I gave the wrong answer.

What do I do?

I love, nurture, create

I cook, hike, bike

I breathe fast, I breathe slow

I plan, I’m spontaneous

I change my mind

I think, revel, stew

I love big, huge, and small

I discover, hide, ignore

I leave space for others because I know that I exist

no need to prove it by filling all of your space

What do I do?

I live

on purpose, without purpose

I laugh more than I cry

reflect within, reflect without

the mirror is ME

the mirror is YOU

we live

I dance

with rolling hips and laughing heart


Moonless

the cow

the spoon

raping, reaping

siphoning cream

from the milkyway

does it matter

the stars burned out


vernal longings

coloring boiled eggs

because dyeing sounds dramatic

thinking of spring, rebirth, new growth

when you immerse in color

differences become apparent

some spots are lighter

pinpoints not changing at all

other areas are darker

soaking up all that washes over it

like yolks hidden by shell

we try on exterior washes

longing for aesthetic highs

not realizing how much is exposed


Stripping the Village

gravity is failing

earth, round & spinning

as people fly off

children gathering apples

while adults steal from their labors

pelting each other with the spoils

leaving youth wondering

where do I hold on

as the anchors float away


Fallen Timber

Driving past forgotten houses
I remember from tree roots when
Life was bursting with family
Mariachi songs filled our bellies

Abuelita didn’t come to visit us 
Wisdom simply resided upstairs
Leaves whispering across the breeze
Decoding the immigrant speech

Then Grandma was sent away
She could only swear in Spanish
Sure that we had hidden her baby boy
Though the bough had broken long ago

Captured by an American disease
That called an institution home
Swinging from severed limbs
While screaming for her lost son


Family Baton


what a joy
to relive the past
without the ghosts
catching the scent
of past meals then
tasting them from
new hands of
next generation

sneaking into
a quiet corner
watching laughter
chase shadows
into the last
note of the song
sad to see coats
calling it a night