When you’re not here we
skip dinner, fall asleep with
the TV still on.
Absence
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Category Archives: detritus
Word whore
I was first published
in Seventeen magazine
thirty years ago.
About October 10th
I’m unsure whether
joy or terror will greet the
news that I am live.
Autumn entourage
Cold rain heralded
her return. Killing frost trails
her, biding his time.
Unresolved
Today we act as
if nothing happened. Over
night a cold front passed.
Essential
The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
Inanimate
J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.
Inheritance
I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say
Guilt
My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.
Weather report
Cold snap arrives at
last. Wind, rain shake the changing
leaves into vibrance.
a haiku a day 