Letter to My Love

I love you
you have
in with
the wrong crowd
They don’t care
about you
or your children

in shiny suits
lie and call it truth

With fast talk and small words
They steal your treasures
your reputation
your dignity

Orange is the new
black and blue

I weep for you


This is written for Verse Escape and for dVerse.

How Many More?

I know
people kill people.
I know laws cannot
be enforced.
I know there are
people with mental illness.
I know
this country has
a second amendment.
And I know money speaks.

But I also know
seventeen more souls
have been ripped
from their lives
seventeen more families

And I wonder
how many more?

I am sick that I have cause to write this.  It is for Friday 55 at Verse Escape where Hedgewitch honors the late, great G-Man, by having us write exactly 55 words each Friday.

Early Riser

This morning
I was on
my fourth cup of coffee
when the sun
showed his face

Three a.m. monster
came to visit

The night before
it was
that jolted me, terrified
from sleep

But I think
the monsters
are worse

At least
I can wake up
from the nightmares

This is for Friday 55 at Verse Escape where Hedgewitch keeps alive the tradition and memory of the G-man.


-Image by Carter Goodrich from the cover of the New Yorker, October 30, 2017

the yellow-haired clown
the house of mirrors
see yourself
and the world
beyond recognition

then ride
the roller coaster
into the dark

try to
knock down
the impossible, weighted

the insufficient
falls to the ground
with a dead-cat bounce


This is a Quadrille (44 words) containing the word “bounce” written for De at dVerse.


it is the best of times
it is the worst of times
the market is up
integrity down

a nation stands by as
it is shamed, scammed and flimflammed
used and refused

is this insanity
to keep us from seeing
the man behind the curtain
or are we being led
to the precipice
in earnest?

This is a fashionably late entry for the amazing Hedgewitch and herFriday 55 at Verse Escape.

Fulfillment Center

What has happened
to a nation,
a people
who think its fulfillment
can be ordered from a warehouse?

Yesterday I was listening to a program about jobs on NPR.  The guest said many people are leaving the retail sector for jobs in Fulfillment Centers.  Well, when I heard ‘fulfillment centers’ I thought of something like Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory (though, actually that creeped me out a little bit).  But some place beautiful, that involved nature and spiritual pursuits and maybe puppies (but not puppy mill puppies, and no puppy poop), or maybe a library that had free coffee and tea.

Ok, basically I had no idea what a fulfillment center was.  But as I listened I realized what they meant by ‘fulfillment center’ was warehouse that dealt with e-commerce.  That’s just so Orwellian, I sort of couldn’t believe my ears; but when I looked up the definition, sure enough, I found this:

“Fulfillment Center: The location where incoming orders are received from affiliated stores or locations. These orders are processed and filled. These centers may also work independently of specific companies where orders are outsourced for the purpose of fulfilling customer orders.”
You can see for yourself here: Business Dictionary

I’m not sure I can express how profoundly sad this makes me.