Cater, Good Woman; keep your pantry full – there are mouths to feed, and whims to answer, smile on. Smile on, Good Woman, feed the
Category: aging
Cancer. Support.
Cancer. The fear reverberates, ping-pongs through our community – seniors with hope, fresh start desire after years of toil, children, woes we congregate, create –
Sky-Suited
Do fiddle together, they say, as if man lust were in want when his smooth, cool music fingers my girly drives are I ugly –
Past Ripe
Fertile is love – an ancient fruit tree soft and up-giving were life root almost too wet – moony world Secret: I wither, am stone
Restless Want
Am all achy – rat wanting an apparatus to smear life chanting as spring storms in, she is needy as you my honey-do lusting away,
Crusader’s Return
This exile – self-imposed, I confess – wears thin with age. Too many winters braving the cold – heart’s frozen rebellion against Father’s tireless raving,
