Put On Your Old Hat

From the collection published in 2015, Autumn Opens a Door.

Put On Your Old Hat

The outdated carpet
pink and gray and green.
The pink upholstery
on the chairs and
the light oak wood
of the tables. The blue-painted walls
a color popular twenty years ago.
You notice this kind of thing.
It doesn’t make the room
any less useful but
time travel is not what I came here for.

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“Lady Wearing a Hat on a City Street”, mixed media, 2017, 8″ x 8″.

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The poems were written for the artwork you see and were published in Pink Chalk, 2018.

Loud shout voice
Semaphoring arms
For Pete’s sake
look at me
You! Hey over there hey you!
Look out for the bus!

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Store window.
Aloof mannequin.
How I look
you could look. I’m telling you.
Buy this dress. Buy it.

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Cut it out
this stupid nonsense
or I walk
down the street
get on a bus out of town
save my sanity.

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Once again
I pass up the chance.
Being someone who hangs back –
That’s what I’m good at.

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The Wrong RSVP

From Catch Up With Summer, published in 2015.

The Wrong RSVP

Can anyone give me any hints
on the best way
to make sure
no one sees me leave this party
despite the fact that I am leaving this party
The truth is
I meant to convey my regrets
but somehow I’ve presented
and now I’m sorry.
So if you know how I
can solve this problem
I’ll be very grateful
and do the same for you

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“Cocktail Party”, 2016, mixed media, 8″ x 10″.

Talked Into

From Catch Up With Summer, published in 2015.

Talked Into

We took a lot of pictures on vacation
looked at them over and over after we got home
and after a while
forgot the vacation and reminisced the photos.
Did you ever do that?
Brainwash yourself
I mean.

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“Miles of Ocean and Sky” – collage – 2001 (?)



From Catch Up With Summer, published in 2015.


The sky darkens.
It’s only three o’clock in the afternoon
so I assume the promised thunderstorm
is arriving. Just as I form the thought
the sky opens and the rain
pours. I’m pleased to have assessed things so neatly.
People caught walking on the sidewalks are soaked
The swimmers at the pool have been whistled out.
The sound of the drops
against the window is enjoyable but
I’m not fond of the thunder
and the lightning
outright frightens me.
A typical storm on a summer afternoon
One of the many
that I have experienced over my life
Pleasingly routine.
That is my report. Let me know
if you need further information.

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“March Rainstorm”
I made this piece almost 20 years ago. These houses stood at the bottom of the hill on my street and I looked over the fence into their back yards on a stormy day.



Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.

Read the first Minuscule, the explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.



The therapist had died of old age, gone to heaven, and learned three songs on the harp before the patient finished her description of a blighted childhood and addressed her mayhem-filled teenage years, thought Dr. Harryfall, a simple impatient facetious thought suddenly jet-fueled by a red-hot impatience with people, their problems, and specifically all the drama she had heard in, oh, say the last week, for starters.

Amnesia would be so handy right now, she reflected, not sure whether she meant to administer it to her patient or to herself, when the stream of white noise coming from the woman abruptly changed into a high-pitched staccato screeching – I can’t remember what I was just saying, it’s all dropped right out of my mind, everything’s a blank, I have no idea what I’m doing here, and who are you, get away from me! – and Dr. Harryfall jumped up and stepped over to the patient in what she later thought of as a light bulb moment: today, she had made a true treatment breakthrough.


Think again
this brainwave of yours:
the worn cloth
and re-cover the old chair?
Better to buy new.

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“Just Thinking About It Gives Me the Chills” – mail art postcard, 2013.







From Catch Up With Summer, 2015.


The cashier at the grocery store
stands at the register
no one before her
She waits
blank expression on her face
for a customer
to appear
No more than the register
the counter
the belt that moves the groceries
the cash drawer
the rack of bags
is she
as she waits
to be of use

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Long Since Passed That Place

From Spring Cleaning, 2015.

Long Since Passed That Place

Retirees on the walking track
orbit the playground under the bright blue sky.
They move at their own paces
and have been
for a long time now
They are oblivious to the doings of the tot lot
though of course
all of them are survivors of it.


“Life Is Not Just a Walk in the Park” – mixed media, 2010.