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Fraiku: Gratitude
Feels like a bear hug warmth of a fellow human you’re not alone (A further expression of gratitude: my thanks to Barbara Leonhard, editor at MasticadoresUSA for publishing one of my dog poems, I dreamt I was walking my dogs … Continue reading
Middle Child
Big brother is impatient for little sister’s decorations to come down like a sugar high. He doesn’t like her goth aesthetic of black and orange. He’d rather be of good cheer, all bright and flashy. And here I sit between … Continue reading
Fraiku: Black Friday
Today I go back to taking things for granted
The Backpack
Found a backpack by the side of the road, just a little worn. Upon unzipping I discovered it was full of gratitude— for family and friends, flowers and food, all the usual mementos one finds in a backpack. But digging … Continue reading
Gathering
The chaos of cousins who haven’t seen each other since last Thanksgiving bursts through the front door with the aroma of roasting turkey. Aunts and uncles catching up over a pot of boiling giblets, shooing away little fingers trying to … Continue reading
On the Road
Wrong turn too many miles ago now we’re on back roads crackling on the windshield the sleet blankets the trees drooping low over the black ice as we search for the right way that leads us back home We follow … Continue reading
Happy Thanksgiving!
The Fourth Thursday in November Laughter rolls in from outside where cousins play Laughter bakes into the cornbread where cooks gossip Crying onions bubbling gravy crackling turkey All parade to the table where we hold hands in fidgety anticipation As … Continue reading
I’m thankful
I’m thankful that the porcelain moon glides through her phasesthat the planets march in a line across the skythat Polaris won’t be our North Star forever that spring rains carve new beds with their floodsthat summer sparked wildfires unmap foreststhat … Continue reading
Last Meal
Last Meal From death rowI want my last mealto be Thanksgiving A crackling brown turkeycarved by my fatherwith a serrated knifemy mother prefersthe tasty dark meatgive me the juicy whitemy brother mixed stuffingwith his bare handsspiced with too much sagelumpy … Continue reading
Grateful
Grateful I’m grateful for the spring and Robert Frost seeing the gold within the green. I’m grateful for summer and William Carlos Williams’ dependable wheelbarrow. I’m grateful for autumn and James Wright along the Ohio River. And I’m grateful for … Continue reading