A license plate read
CROWNHM. I thought Jesus, but
Trump said it was him.
JDG
A license plate read
CROWNHM. I thought Jesus, but
Trump said it was him.
JDG
He sniffed, sampled, cast
me a look. “Why change brands?”
he seemed to say. “Can’t
you humans let things be and
not strive for variety?”
JDG
What’s that muttering I hear?
A teen talking to herself?
How it’s not fair
to have to clean her room?
How she won’t treat
her own kids that way?
Ah yes,
how strange it is to hear
my own words echo
across sixty years.
JDG
I did the only
thing I could when I opened
my sock drawer and found
a mouse – I screamed and said I
was going to build a wall.
JDG
In moments of stress, may I find a way
not to increase
suffering,
mine or
theirs.
JDG
Early morning mist
wanders among Autumn trees,
whispers of golden
moments yet to come before
the long, cold claim of winter.
JDG
Aging calico
cat dreams, body rising with
each breath. I dream too.
JDG
Even the birds seem
confused. It’s mid-October
and eighty degrees.
JDG
His love of all words
sesquipedalian makes
me shake my head,
but, alas, he seldom meets
a big word he doesn’t like.
JDG
As Sunday slowly
slipped away, the sun set off
a stunning display.
JDG