a poem about fairytales
a poem about parenting
We commiserate so oftenAbout all the questionsOur children askThe constant chorusOf…
Isn’t it strangeI keep havingDreams of singing?
Why is it thatThe more energyYou put into lifeThe more energyYou get out of it?
a poem
between the question
Before I slipBeneath the surfaceInto the world of dreamsI just want to sayI love youAnd did you remember…
What would our ancestors thinkIf they could see our palatial homesTaps with cold and hot waterThat doesn’t…
Oh yeah, he said, you justDrop them right in.Excellent exercise, swimming.Good for the joints.