March Madness & April Fools

March Madness
not so much college basketball
but more,
the ineffable experience of falling in love

monomaniacal
rapid pulse
heart on your sleeve

and the hope
that love
won’t leave you
as an April Fool

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Quitting the Misery Business

divorce
tops the list
on the Holmes Stress Scale
death, natural disasters, bankruptcy
paling on the emotional richter scale
compared to the failing of our marriages

pourquoi?
so it didn’t work out
she stopped loving you
he lied, first to you, then to the children
perhaps an affair,
or perhaps
there was no smoking gun

stressful yes, but worse than all
other personal trauma?

Holmes must have
held a singular love
for his wife

when she left
he must have believed
he would never love again

he might even have questioned
that she ever loved him
in sadness,
he may have worried
he would die
without knowing love

so he put it there
at the top of the list

but I’ve always wondered why
he dropped the business
of calculating
the relative properties of pain

I’d like to believe
he was too busy
having met her
and the business
of falling head over her heels
overwhelmed, overcome, by love,
by being loved
that he quit the misery business
his heart not in it

as his heart
had been claimed by another

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There is Magic in the Moon

You hang the moon
she whispered

when I am happy
you kiss my nose

times I’m scared
you chase away the goblins

and when I want a little love
you hang the moon
that is some kind of magic trick
she whispered

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Under a Red Umbrella

Rain.
+ underexposed images
grays, muted browns
washed together with
little aesthetic appeal

Red.
A single umbrella,
perhaps a skirt, or bright boots
Dancing through the landscape
laughing, calling us out

Redress.
The beauty of the day
is palpable, but requires coaxing
she has hidden herself
& waits for you to call

Go now, fetch your imagination
use your outside voice
smile in anticipation
She will reward your joy
reward your optimism, with a kiss
laughing,
under a red umbrella

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Contentment

And the crowd beseeched the Prophet, “speak to us of contentment.”

The Prophet smiled, saying, “Contentment is defined in the ending lines of that iconic movie, The Wizard of Oz.”

“Contentment is finding yourself alone on an evening, at home, stretched out on your bed, living in gym shorts, streaming your new playlist, dining on left-over steak and mashed potatoes, satisfied with your life thus far, and looking forward to the unfolding of everything to come.”

“Of course, contentment also comes from the joy of composing run-on sentences without your (former) seventh grade English teacher there, ready with her red pencil.”

And the crowd was satisfied, leaving to change into gym shorts, composing overly long run-on sentences in their minds as they wandered contentedly toward home.

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Regarding the poem, Hot Hot Heat

‘Hot Hot Heat.’  The poem (see pages on wordpress); body erotic, fully attuned to anticipatory release.

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Don’t Hide Your Heart

‘Don’t Hide Your Heart’ is a poem with a simple message. Love can break your heart, but it is worth the risk a million times a million times over.

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2012, Mayans, Birthdays, Friends, Adventures

Time to reset, reboot your mood
You have 339 days until the Mayan Rapture
22 days to my birthday
4 hours until you arrive at my door

Snowbound in Seattle today?
Get your snowshoes on, get the dogs and sled revved up, dig the x-country skis out
However you do it, just get here
I’ll have the fire stoked, bread baking, work done, and prosecco chilled
One amazing conversation will follow another
We will toast our toes on the newly minted/heated bathroom tile
And all will be right with the world

See you soon.

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Conversations with My Son: Take 1

Noah: What have you been doing all morning?
Me: Emulating John & Yoko.
Noah: What?! Breaking up the greatest band of all time?
Me: No, staying in bed, eating chocolate cake, giving peace a chance.
Or, at least the staying in bed part.

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lips

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