I am a former teacher of English and for many years worked in social services addressing the needs of residents in affordable housing. There is pure joy for me in sharing my poetry, in relating the many wonders of life and human experiences as a mature observer of people and nature.
I am in bed again, desolate among the company of television voices Hands still tight around an empty glass The day went wrong Labors undone, dreams ignored, friends not loved Though a riot of thoughts may remind me, vespers of evening cannot sober me The hell of a demon’s breath has burned my brain with whiskey and seared my soul with wine As I pass into sleep, I beg the God of Lethe not to want me For I need tomorrow to get it right
Rain pounded the streets the same morning arrived It pounded the gutters of cafes and boutiques upending awnings like blown-out umbrellas The sky awakened like a posse on a rampage Chasing me inside a shop door left ajar Strange how time passed with the storm Feeling only the moment matters Reminding me of bad dreams in a child’s bed under the cover of a cold blanket Waiting for dark forms to creep away from the ceiling A thunder of echoes like insolent children in the playground Bullied up through a cloud-washed horizon calling out the rain Rumbling in a sudden breath of air Imposing a quick retreat The squall in its rudeness lifted in eerie delight A remembered moment fleeting And with the windows open now for a light wind blowing I watched the sky settle into a hot glow and melt in the gullies of the street where I had entered
On Their Corner of the Street
On their corner of the street Men, with hair like the burning tree of Moses, gather in the heat of the night Their dark eyes glower around rusted barrels Hands reaching to stir the oil in iron pots that bubble and smoke the porridge They talk the talk as brothers do, as kindred souls under a tent of stars Reviving news of the day Sharing hopes for tomorrow Sometime later the women came bringing jars of bright red wine The women had some and the men laughed with them and the laughter grew wild The breathing got hard Until the men forget themselves and each other And the women took them from their corner of the street