mainly love stories
Open Door Magazine, March 2022
It’s cold in Ukraine this time of year
winter
my favorite season
6,000 miles away
curled up in bed
my cat
by my side
sharing warmth
thinking of you
stranded
frightened
dying
a million flee
the lucky ones
we see pictures
buildings bombed
a man in the train station holds his cat
his pain my pain
turning away
it lingers
the inexplicable brutality
the horror
do not escape me
are not lost on me
I imagine you in the cold morning
boots cut through the thin layer of ice that formed on sidewalks overnight
running
your footsteps
my footsteps
‘til thoughts
feelings
overwhelm
I step aside
let you pass
post sunflowers
share images of blue and yellow flags
crawl back under the covers
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Proceeds from the March 2022 Open Door anthology (Ukraine and Footsteps) went towards Sunflower of Peace to provide first aid backpacks for first responders on the front lines in Ukraine.
Close Up: Poems on Cancer, Grief, Hope, and Healing, October 2022
Orchard Lea Press
A Good Fish
mc was a good fish.
He lived alone in a tank with a big hunk of wood
and a device that made bubbles
and he ate store-bought fish pellets twice a day.
Mittens liked to eat his food and watch him swim.
Sometimes she'd put her front leg (her arm, to me) into the tank up to the shoulder to try to reach him.
A cat that comes to the call, "Wanna feed the fish?"
mc died today.
Poe and I put him in a tiny box and took him to the field, dug a hole with a stick and buried him.
We told him he was a good fish and we hoped he'd been happy.
Poe said she'd get me another fish.
A better fish, she said.
What could be better than mc, I thought?
Poe said my new fish will be blue.
She said we’ll name him squared.
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Proceeds from sales of this anthology will be donated to Cancer Council Australia and Cancer Research UK.
