A quick shift of the mind
can put you in a better place,
while a quick shift of the body, 
a certain age,
could put you in traction.

So, I wish you 
a positive mental shift,
and a gradual, 
physical one, my friends.

This is for dVerse Poets’ Pub where Mish asked us to write a quadrille (44 words) and include some form of the word “shift”.


The Sunday Muse – #251

Some days I can’t get the peanut butter

outta my ears.

Some days my mouth feels

full of marbles,

each word bumping up against the others,

all in a rush to get out.

Some days are a forest of words

surrounding me

where I wander, lost.

Some days are a silent desert that

I trudge through alone.

Some days the hardest work

isn’t baling hay, or digging ditches, or chopping wood;

 it’s getting meaning

from one solitary soul

to another

This image, and some other cool writing prompts, are found at The Sunday Muse.  Check it out.

*Note: Photo Manipulation by Photographer Dariusz Klimczak

I Wish

I do not wish to be Queen 
of the Universe
directing everything
and everyone
I do not even wish to be a yenta
with the happiness
of a village
in my hands

But I see a good man, alone
and a woman 
disappointed, betrayed
again and again
and my heart aches 
for these two

And I think 
it would be so easy,
such a natural thing,
and I would like to have
a chessboard or
Parcheesi board and simply
arrange the game pieces
so that 
everyone lives
happily ever after.

Note: The Yiddish word for matchmaker is actually "shadchan", while "yenta" is an old, busybody.  I used the word, "yenta" though, because I thought since Fiddler on the Roof it was more familiarly aligned with matchmaking.


Endings break my heart


But sometimes

they can’t come

fast enough.

Nothing new can start

until there has been

an ending.

This is not profound

or deep

it’s so simple

we forget


To live

to love

to grow –

we need endings

before we can do any

of these

And without these

we are nothing 

This is my first, last time
trying to undo
all the mistakes of a lifetime
trying to do
all the things left undone

This is the swan song
of the ugly duckling
the sky falling
on the little red hen
when the birds of a feather
flock together against

the outsider

A New Year’s Wish

"I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind."  -Neil Gaiman (and me)


As the sun sinks
below the horizon
its colors bleeding into black

I sit on the fence,
part of me reaching forward
part of me pulling back

Just a stone’s throw 
from salivation
if I want 
to be saved
or spent