Sunday Almanac (2020 NaPoWriMo #26)

Twirling, light

Geranium watching
From the jutting bay window

Handwashing, again
Humans, turtles, tuna
Pond drowning, again

Chelata can crushed
Next to chopsticks
V + M hearted on an Aspen.

Don Juan and
Formal lace
Bedecked Junior high gym

Outside your window, you find:
Today’s news headline:
Scrap from a letter:
Animal from a myth:
Story read to children at night:
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find:
You walk to the border and hear:
What you fear:
Picture on your city’s postcard:

Banana (Bread) 2020 NaPoWriMo #24

Dali’s The Peristence of Memory

Bananas grace my counter,
Hanging on a time machine.
The first speckle rising as the
Green fades.

They remind of the persistence of time.
They remind me of the persistence of memory.
They remind me of urgency.
They remind of malleability.

The texture slipping from firm
To stringy;
The smell rising
Faintly over-sweet.

I’ve learned that monkeys know
To peel the banana from what we call
The bottom.
We’re not so smart.

I love the melt of a slightly overripe
Fleshy mash
On my tongue or
In my oatmeal.

Best of all,
Transformed by sugar, butter, flour,
I love bananas when they are
Banana bread.


QUARANTINE (2020 NaPoWriMo #23)

In these unprecedented times…

Q looks like the virus, a spike to cling
U is both you and me
A graphs the curve we want on the backside
R the folded-arm stance of survivors
A the undesired resurgence ahead
N the undesired resurgence ahead
T an intersection for change
I straight path to difference
N mask on its side
E stepping out in socially distanced unity

Together it spells pandemic