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Grief in the time of Corona

Grief in the time of Corona

You are gone, my friend. A hundred thousand deaths in the US alone and my heart breaks only for you. You see I knew you. I knew your face. Your winsome face, open like a book — that closed when I gave you needless pain. I knew […]

In Gratitude

In Gratitude

I read 49 books in 2018. What I have learned is I’m happiest on my east-facing blue chair, Mama’s silk blanket folded on my lap gifted to me on my wedding day – a day my seasons changed. On occasion I look up from my […]

Old Friends

Old Friends

We know each other’s stories
There is not much to say
but watch
Ice particles
garnish
the stuck windowpane.

I lick my fingers
one by one
The smell of honey mustard
lingers
like one who wants to stay.

“More tea?” she asks
with eyes half shut.
Her feet on the cushion
Do not stray.
“Yes. “ I say.
Yes. Always.

Help Us Understand

Help Us Understand

When your tongue has fed voraciously on every morsel known to man and with pants rolled up, your exfoliated feet have stepped on powdered sands When your eyes are aglow with the colors of many a foreign sky and your skin radiant with potions and […]

With Love

With Love

Today is my mother’s birthday. I count on my fingers the number of years I have been living without her presence. Five. Hmm. I thought it was six. Already I’m losing sight of her. Her voice. Her peculiar expression. Somewhere between knowledge and fear. And […]

Do You Remember Dear?

Do You Remember Dear?

Now here we are
in the autumn of our lives
two old coots
you in your sweater two sizes too small
with a taste for bran muffins, crumb cake et al
and I with my grey hair, skin tags, wrinkles and all
not covering my mouth when I yawn …
Ah! There was a time
do you remember dear?
when the wind in my hair made you catch your breath
and the look in your eyes was reason enough
to live out the rest
of my days smiling.
Is it all gone
or are we buried so deep in dailyness –
the salmagundi of fevers, taxes, commuting
and corn on the cob
that you no longer see the color of my eyes
and I no longer see your pain
Let us go then
Oh! let us go
now that we have time
to that first moment
when first you smiled
and I looked up
at you —
radiant.

A Moment

A Moment

One radiant week Is all I get with you. India. I squeeze each moment Until my fingers lock, Plant it lovingly in a crevasse of blood and bone To take root and serve as memory’s flower. It is years before I see it again … […]