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Dear Me

Posted in poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on April 28, 2025| Leave a Comment »

“Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.” Christopher Reeve

Dear Me

Hey, let’s stop for a moment.

No need to hurry.
The wind isn’t blowing anywhere.
Except inside you.
Disorder magnifies chaos
when your memory revisits trauma.

One thought, one step at a time.
Savor the inside of your being.


Your coffee says it is perked and ready.
It wants to open your spirit.

Memories awaken whether you want
them to reappear or not.


No. You cannot roadblock fresh thoughts
because the subconscious can’t control itself
on the immediate level.
That comes with choice.

The next step.
We will get there.
It may take two Tylenol and
a few moments of rest.

Then again, it may take a moment away
with nature, art, or a close friend.
The next moment exists.

Look forward to it.

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Computer Argument

Posted in poetry, tagged , , , , , , , on April 21, 2025| Leave a Comment »

“A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any other invention with the possible exceptions of handguns and Tequila.”
― Mitch Ratcliffe

Computer argument

Is it me or is it you, HP laptop?
Because we are not syncing this 5:49 AM.


We need to find a solution before
our disagreements lead to disaster.


My neighbor’s system must stop before
it touches our brick wall, thank you.
That name, labeling our working territory, isn’t mine.


At what age does a computer system reach senility?
Is your mechanical memory failing, like mine?


Can I help you in any way that technical
parts understand? Ah! You are responding.


I never knew you had pride like my fellow humans do.
Good job. Now, find a word that rhymes with orange.


See, I can be stubborn, too.

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Picking Clothes to Wear

Posted in poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2025| Leave a Comment »

The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision. Helen Keller

Choosing Clothes to Wear to Help a Blind Woman

Why do I linger
in my familiar closet
as I match shirt and pants
for a visit to help a woman
who won’t see me?

A delay? Or
a wish to be more
than I am able to give.

One sigh and an answer
arrives. Be who you are.
Let the sense of fabric
on skin lose importance,

because my friend needs a ballot,
to fill in the blanks,
and sign with an X.

I witness her mark.
She smiles.
“I see the sun all the time,”
she answers, “On the inside.”

From her window I look, and observe
windblown branches swept into
a patch of darkness.

Next question.
Who is ministering
to whom?

written March, 2020

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Conversation with a Trans Friend

Posted in poetry, tagged , , , , , , , on April 6, 2025| Leave a Comment »

Every individual matters. Every individual has a role to play. Every individual makes a difference.
Jane Goodall

Conversation with a Trans Friend

He or she or me or they
I choose to hear you, to pause,
to listen. And perhaps, hear.


Hurts may explode without warning.
I have seen them on your face
even though pride denied them.


That day…when your brother, sister, family,
laughed. Not a humorous sound.
Let’s walk together through a new day


and talk about other things.
Budding trees, grass that knows cutting
and grass that doesn’t care, birds that dare


to approach human dwellings and those that won’t.
May differences exist. Let one tree grow next
to another species. And thrive.

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