Based on a true story.
Cat curls up on feet.
For me: no circulation.
For him: no hurries.
December 1, 2010
Still Life With Geronimo [Haiku]
October 26, 2009
Seasoning
Green waits,
fresh as frost behind winter’s wall,
to spring up and cloak us in the tender light of March.
January is dazzling!
Crisp-brittle-clean, unyielding, geometric,
all sharp edges and brazen shapes,
But soon the earth will stretch and soften;
the hills will billow their fringed emerald skirts
and offer up daffodils for breakfast.
–Ann Clark, January 18, 1988
October 21, 2009
Sonoma Valley Hospital ER – 7 am
Vigil
Sleepless-sore eyes burn and water,
Cold gray tile reflecting back its compassionless marble stoniness;
Toneless heartbeat-hum — some unseen machine,
Sullen fluorescence casting gray shadows,
Sweet-stringent stench of alcohol.
Motionless form, husband, before me
lies in pain-punctured half-slumber.
Wall clock clicking off sick-seconds,
Marking misery,
Taking time,
Leeching life:
Hurry healing.
Written at Neal’s hospital bedside
September 20, 2009
Job-Hunting Haiku
Don’t pull up Craig’s List
more than twice a week at most:
new postings are rare.
Twelve dollars an hour?
Yes, I know you made twice that.
Get over yourself.
“Must be team player.”
Oh crap! I’m not! I’m so not!
Okay. I’ll pretend.
“Fun environment.”
Unless this is the circus
or a bar, then no.
Bargain with myself:
I’ll send one more resume
then on goes “ER.”