Thursday, November 5, 2015


It was surreal, an out-of-body experience
We walked through a park-like setting
glancing back at the Capitol often
as if reassuring ourselves it did exist
Almost the whole way, we could see it
The needle pointing to the sky, so tall
it can be seen from miles away,
the Washington Monument ... just the way
it's portrayed on TV or in movies
only more so, you know?

And then, we're close enough to see it
unimpeded and I swear my heart roared
loud in my ears; it was suffocating but
wildly thrilling
I tried to capture it with my camera, knowing
there was no way to trap it, no way to
contain anything this grand, but, I had to try.

Friday, September 11, 2015


In the beginning, I didn't believe in any of it: the doctors, therapy, medicine.
I only knew that I wanted to sleep forever and not have to think anymore.
And if I couldn't do that - I wanted to die, just cease to exist.

It sounds so clinical when I write it down, and looking back,
I know; it wasn't that cut and unadorned.
No - not by a long thought. I hesitate to look at those years too closely

even though I grasp the whole life left unexamined and all that.
But, it would be catastrophic if digging into the soup that was
my insanity helped it resurface in any way.

Poetic Asides Wednesday September 9, 2015 - prompt - a small poem

Monday, May 18, 2015


Douse the tavern's
the prodigal sun
is longing
to roar
open another day

Will we never learn
to find treasure
in the ordinary,
in sand and gravel

In not rushing
but pausing,
not grieving,
time passing away.

Sunday, December 14, 2014


Come they close to earth
spinning forever from planets
Spread beyond where spacecraft
sought signals lost when angels
Once fought amongst the stars
in an endeavour
To reach through the tangle
surrounding what some say
was the old moon, but is now
just the lunatic loser 
Upon which all fear to tread.

Saturday, November 8, 2014


I can hear them weeping again, those particular angels
that cry for the children
They gather en masse and form an unholy choir and the
sound they produce
Is not like anything earthly; once you've heard it, you'll
never forget , nor will you
Want to hear it again, as long as you live, but you will

I wasn't paying attention the first time his face flickered
across the screen on my TV
But some part of my monkey brain must have stored it
because as soon as I heard the weeping
I knew for whom it was  - the red-headed child...I just
knew it...
I turned up the sound on my TV and tried not to think of
dead babies, mute swans, and all the sadness

That things of this nature bring about, but before I could stop it,
the story came on
A three year old child had been beaten to death in the most
heinous manner...
The ultimate reason? He would not eat his breakfast...

Expecting to hear that this poor baby had been stolen,
kidnapped, or abandoned
And this was the terrible outcome of that...
Through a haze of red rage, I learned it was his mother...
his MOTHER and her boyfriend that had
Hung the boy upside down, beat him with numerous
articles - whips, aluminum strips, a curtain rod...
Laughing all the while (his brother, also abused, lived to
to tell the God)

When he wasn't hung upside down, he was duct-taped
to a chair, or lying unconscious on an air-mattress.
Again, Scotty McMillan was three years old.

Oh angels who weep, drown me if you will...I may not
make it through the night.

Sunday, September 14, 2014


There is an anxiety arising in my blood
It's nothing that will show up in tests
But it has begun to pester me more
than you know and it turns me to jello
Makes a meal of any words I might use
to explain away the ouch of such pain

And it is soon so agonizing it consumes
all of me, from the center out
The anguish is no light thing, no piece
of, if I don't address it immediately,
I will be in the hospital dying before I know
quite what happened or how.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014


Certain creatures of the air
Frightened by the night
They came to see the world again
And perished in the light
 (Leonard Cohen - from One Night I Burned)

Attracted by the flashing lights,
The neighbours came out to see
why EMT's had come, and soon the buzz
arose as two tiny forms were carried out
"Who are they?" could be heard, and more
than once; swaddled bodies, all they saw was hair
Black as coal, they all agreed but again, whose?
The little boy they knew; he was jumping,
playing on the lawn, oblivious to his sisters'
plight, as on stretchers, so needing care
(like)certain creatures of the air.

Twin girls were taken from that house
in such poor shape; one could be forgiven
thinking they both suffered a wasting illness
But no, these near-death malnourished babes
just two years old - had been starved, and beaten too
By their parents; an action that is against all things right
Those who should have protected them most
Cared for them, kept them safe - loved, loved, loved them
Instead, they neglected them, made them frightened of light
Frightened by the night

Their father, such a coward he, called the EMT's
when one of the girls stopped breathing, he panicked
at least that's what is surmised...and oh, they tried to save
them - these girls that weighed less than a three month old
But the one whose heart had stopped needed a respirator
Her parents tried to keep her on it forever but the Drs said when
she was brain-dead, and went to court to give her peace
And even those of the parents' religion shunned them for using
it as an excuse, saying it was not ordained thus in the Koran
They came to see the world again.

Now the parents await trial and life in prison if there's justice
The other girl and her brother have been given up for good
But the angel hovers near me as if I'm her guardian now
Baby M they call this child, the one no-one looked out for
Had I known about her sooner, I would have gone to help
Had anyone know about her, there would have been a fight
But who could guess that parents would be such horror shows
To treat one child exceptionally well while letting the others die
Abused, neglected, threatened; told  little girls grew weak at night
And perished in the light.