Monthly Archives: November 2017

Art with a Spirit

Hard work makes
Art with a spirit and a soul that
No factory line can even
Dream to achieve, yet those factory and
Mill-made pieces undermine and diminish
All the effort, vision, and
Diligence poured into each piece – due to
Everyone’s unrealistic expectations of price.


The Hostess

Everywhere at once,
Helping with a smile, a laugh,
Greeting each newcomer,
And passing from one conversation
To another, from friend to friend –
The heartbeat of the gathering,
Like a watchful fire tender,
Nursing the warmth to fire.


Delicately Clear

Delicately clear
Like a finely iced dessert
With a shocking bite


All the Stories: Happy Early Thanksgiving!

All the stories are false
And all the stories are true
From happy children’s books
To the dark historic view.
What humans se versus
What humans write –
What humans believe
And why humans fight.
While not grateful for all
This messy world stew
I’m grateful to have one,
Whatever truth’s view.


The Frenzy

Sudden explosions,
Ranging from anger to joy:
The frenzy of fans


What a Ball

An agony of politeness holding you in thrall.
Is it too early to go right now?
If it gets too late, should I go at all?
Should I be first and hang out alone?
Or should I delay? Are these heels too tall?
The cycle starts and spins and falls –
Preparation for fun. Oh joy. What a ball.


No Longer Either Short Or Stout

No longer either short or stout –
The handle flails wildly.
The spout drowns you out.
No singing or bobbing
But cursing and tears,
Sarcasm and huffing –
Oh, teenage years.


Overwhelming Exhaustion

Initially, we try to
Negotiate the ins and outs,
Telling ourselves that the
Right skills will take away the
Overwhelming exhaustion so
Vexingly integrated with
Each and every social gathering. Then,
Racked with conflict at each invitation, we’re
Tormented by the question:
Share the fun or enjoy the quiet?


The Goal

First or second,
The goal, I hear,
And mine a mere
12 times a year.


A Complete Boxed Puzzle

A: I don’t get it.

B: Oh, come on.

A: I really… I can’t understand it.

B: Leave it, will ya?

A: But why? Why would they do that?

B: It’s supposed to be creative.

A: Not that creative!

B: Mack-

A: -I gave them a complete boxed puzzle, and they made an ash tray!

B: Ok. That’s extreme. I know you love metaphors, but-

A: -No, it’s not. It’s accurate. It perfectly describes their lunacy.

B: They’re not crazy, Mack.

A: Sure fooled me! They can’t even follow simple instructions.

B: What? Because they didn’t do it your way?

A: Right.

B: Mack… they’re not you.

A: What?

B: If you want it done your way, do it yourself!


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