You Are in Little Trouble

From the collection Rearrange, published 2018.

You Are in Little Trouble

we are
the small pebbles in your shoe
the out-of-focus wedding photos
the bad fake ID and the knocked-out front tooth.
we are
that set of slightly irregular golf clubs
the state-of-the-art cheap Christmas ornaments
the patches of ice on the sidewalk
we are
what breaks you.


Some Kind of a Bus Tour

From Redirection, 2017.

Some Kind of a Bus Tour

He stole a bus
he was speaking French
We weren’t in France.
He smirked in the rear-view mirror
smacked his lips
saluted the traffic signal
and ran right through the intersection
We passengers cheered
I don’t need to tell you it was dangerous
but a whole lot of fun
Almost ran out of gas
out on the highway
We took up a collection
to keep the joyride going
I guess you could say
we were kidnapped or hostages
but it was more like a vacation
A good lawyer will get him off
we all agreed
We’ve made plans to get together
for another trip
After he’s finished running up his tab
at the county jail
I am so wild about this new idea.
Wait until you see the photos.



From Redirection, a collection published in 2017.


Two girls. I say girls but
They are twenty or so
I am older.
One man. My age. Maybe more.
Me. Middle-aged lady
Middle-aged if I make it
to one hundred sixteen
years old.

Hot morning. Already enough sun
for any one day. Air thick
requiring lungs to step up.

The four of us
we meet
top of the stone steps dropping down the hill
though I was going up.
Man leaning on the stone wall.
Girls coming off along the road.
rough voice like cardboard tearing
-Good morning-
wearing shorts that are
as they always are
too short
choke off giggles
startle like two birds and flap off
Me, I say
-we have another hot one don’t we? –
The man leaning on the stone wall.
The girls gone out of sight.
To be polite
I wait enough time for an answer
though none is coming or even necessary
It’s all just pleasantries.
I walk away.


More Than a Pastime

From the collection published in 2017, Redirection.

More Than a Pastime

The dropped pencil rolling across the floor
The cat scurrying from the room
The shoes tossed under the table.
A man laughing on the radio
the rain falling even harder.
The casserole baking in the oven
my hand scrabbling for the pencil.
This crossword puzzle
What has happened to my eraser?



From Redirection, published in 2017.


The car circling the parking lot
red now
it was gray the time before
it was black before that
but it is always the car
in the parking lot

The lady restocking the greeting card carousel
adding new cards
happy birthday get well deepest sympathy
in place of the old cards
happy birthday get well deepest sympathy

The mother pushing the shopping cart
two kids hanging on for the ride
picking out onions and
avocados and watermelon and
flank steak and tomato sauce
this week
like last week
picking out onions and
avocados and watermelon and
flank steak and tomato sauce

until the music coming out of the speakers


Society Matron

From the collection published in 2016, Enough For a Book.

Society Matron

The car sits in its space in the lot
A nice car. Expensive enough
appreciating its own respectable image
and right now
getting hoarse from yelling
to attract attention
but not giving up yet. Won’t someone
please come out and
shut off that alarm
and let the poor car
regain its composure. And please
look somewhere else
It’s embarrassing enough
let’s not make it worse
by staring.