Award Winning Poetry

Because we were getting old enough
our instructor took us to look at (not to touch)
some pictures grown men drew...

A portly man on TV says he’s eating jelly donuts
since his doctor recommended more fruit.  My head
tucked beneath your chin, I feel you grin. A welcome joke...

As if in an endless rehearsal,
I packed and unpacked. The challenge,
you said, was to take no more...

In the parish hall of Saint Anthony’s Catholic Church,
pictures of murdered children in our hands,
we huddle in a sphere of folding chairs...

Here again. The way you used to
wake us – rouse us with that impatient stare.  
A stubborn, boy-crazy, eighth-grader...

So many dramas have played themselves out:
a girl who saw through us, our Scout’s-honor
truths; a girl scribbling her own proofs...

Historical pieces, these things of yours:
a deflating ball, a bike not on its kick, but propped
against a garage wall; a crestfallen lacrosse stick. Tours...

The slightest wrong move
could mean tidal waves.
Certain disaster...

Today in the news: Miraculous Rescue
An uncle drags a shark to shore
to save his near-dead nephew...

We have been together in Buddha’s gentle rain
for days. Our robes are soaked through.
I try not to long for things...