An Imperfect Aphrodite

You are tired, my goddess

Worn and eroded by goodness

Blemishes only enhance your beauty

 

We weather together

Though life erodes

Love deepens

 

Now you have forgotten me

Your empty orbits chiseled

Limestone eroded by a sea foam of tears

Your memories pulverized in smoking fissures

Luminous through vacant spaces

 

We weather together

Though our bodies wither

Our love is onyx

Our imperfect love

Sublime in stone

Beware of Gifts From Your New Doctor

An acquaintance of mine recently found a new primary care physician accepting his insurance. He chose the name randomly from the health plan list. The doctor’s office, he explained was next door to a kind of Mom and Pop jewelry shop. Both the jewelry shop and the doctor’s office were victimized by frequent thefts, so… Continue Reading

I Followed Her

    I’m new to these parts so when I first see her along the lake, I keep my distance. Time takes on new meaning the moment you feel life change. After a few more bends, past the fragrance of algal pools and submerged beechwood, I make my approach. I’m gradual and polite, respectful of… Continue Reading

The Same Barber Chair

  Not to have crossed room means chamber XII means cranial nerve, hypoglossal VI abducens, and I say this from memory my own photo reminds me of a Cloud Atlas the random page from a journal In the days we used phone books and oversized maps, blew the dust off a giant atlas in a… Continue Reading

Spring Ahead

Spring reminds us of renewal at the end of winter agony. Now is the time we look forward to the change in nature, a blooming and thawing of the human spirit; longer days with a warming of the heart. We are reminded of the metaphor of spring in classic tales such as the opera La… Continue Reading

Kisses Before Death

I kissed two patients in hospitals before they died. I’m not talking about family. These were people I hardly knew. The first was my first patient in medical school. Mr. Leakey was a seventy-nine year old male with a child’s face and unruly thinning hair. I spent hours trying to understand his varied complaints of… Continue Reading

When in Roam

When in Roam You won’t find a room When in Roam You won’t understand the language When in Roam You won’t find a spot for your car When in Roam There’s no point in looking When in Roam You’ll never sit down When in Roam There won’t be a thing to eat When in Roam… Continue Reading

The Breezeway

Why don’t I have socks? I hate getting dressed for school when I can’t find socks. Breakfast is ready but I can’t find socks. “Mommy, I don’t have socks.” “Look in the laundry room. In the round laundry basket.” Why doesn’t she say she’s sorry? “I’m going to be late for school. My feet are… Continue Reading