Category Archives: Triolet

Shekhinah As Spirit

Shekhinah ghosts through the hospital halls,
wings spread impossibly wide. Gliding upward,
alerts and alarms rise stifled by walls
Shekhinah ghosts through. The hospital halls
are clean as clockwork, air studded with calls
and codes that aren’t secret. They are the why
Shekhinah ghosts through the hospital halls.
Wings spread impossibly wide glide upward.


Form: Triolet

Banned.

“At Play and at Fire its Good manners to Give Place to the last Commer, and affect not to Speak Louder than Ordinary.” G. Washington

Cunning and closed, a canker that blots out care,
we carry fear in our hearts like a boulder,
blocking closed the door, giving strangers a glare.
“Cunning and closed, a canker that blots out care,
that’s you,” we say, carving stone into a nightmare
in which, trapped, we trade ‘hold her’ for ‘smolder.’
Cunning and closed, a canker that blots out care,
we carry fear in our hearts like a boulder.

Memories of Violets

Spring flowers

The first flowers I ever gave my mom
were violets — little (like me), soft, and blue —
toddler fingers pressing stems in her palm.
The first flowers I ever gave my mom
went in the smallest vase. She was so calm,
after the accident, as if she knew.
The first flowers I ever gave my mom
were violets. Little. Like me, soft, and blue.