Category Archives: poetry

#sol21 March 22 A driver . . . and A simple request!

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by

Hey everyone –

My daughter can drive now.
Like all by herself.
On the roads
YOU drive on

I think you know where this is going.

She was a baby who stretched her arms with her elbows bent
She wore sleepers and sleep sacks and slept in my arms for most of her babyhood
She was a toddler who called grapes “erdeps” and loved mud puddles
She watched Elmo over and over and changed her clothes 5 times a day in preschool –
always with a turn in the snow white dress

This was just yesterday, friends
And tomorrow she will be off to college

Metaphorically tomorrow –
Geez – I have more time than that.

So I have a request
For
every
other
driver

That. Means. YOU.

It’s simple really.

Get off the road if you can
I mean do you really need to drive?
And if you must drive, do it safely
Obviously don’t drink or text or try to put your mascara on
Be safe and kind or stay home.

Thank you.

#sol21 March 21 A Sunday Procrastinator

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by!

I will always be a Sunday procrastinator.
This means all the things you think it might mean.
It means I procrastinate until Sunday.
It means I procrastinate on Sunday.

Side Quests are my thing, but so is closing my eyes to feel the sun on my face
and pouring myself another glass of seltzer water over ice
and breathing in the quiet of the chilly house while the kids play outside
and staring at my open notebooks with plans started

I will always be a Sunday procrastinator.
My house does not get cleaned on a Sunday.
My closet does not get organized on a Sunday.
This is not because I don’t want to do these chores.

I mean, I don’t – I don’t want to do the chores
but, I still plan that they will get done
but, then it’s Sunday and the sun is shining
but, then it’s Sunday late afternoon and the house is quiet

I will always be a Sunday procrastinator.
This means all the things you think it might mean.
It means I procrastinate until Sunday.
It means I procrastinate on Sunday.

#sol21 March 19 I miss the good ol’ days

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by!

I miss the good ol’ days

I miss barbies
on the floor with Keely
where we built whole villages and had entire dramas play out for hours

I miss Kings Quest
on the old IBM with the joystick
and listening to Madonna tapes over and over until all lyrics were memorized

I miss drama class
at the Art Center with Margie
who walked up the steps from the snack machine with me before we took our acting exercises very seriously

I miss long walks
in the neighborhood with Rachel
when walking was the only way to have freedom and we would talk and laugh

I miss college lunch dates
at the Hub with Sara
where we piled salad, sprouts and ranch into plastic containers and chose a roll with care

I miss Must See TV
on the couch with Greg
and all the characters- from Friends to ER – that we had to check in with each week

I miss teaching
in the 6th grade hall with the Wolves
because once a Wolf, always a Wolf and if you were ever a Wolf, previously known as a Wolverine, you know what I mean without this verse of poetry

I miss late night get togethers
in my living room with Kris and Mardi
who would sneak over after my kids fell asleep, and patiently stay if I had to nurse a baby back to sleep

I miss traveling
to New York with Kris and Mardi and Krista
and the growing traditions of dinner and walking and the constant search for a perfect piece of pizza for Kris

I miss staycations
that were really vacations with Sara’s family
when the kids piled up to watch movies or play games and the grown ups talked and Jason made the drinks

I miss backyard fun
which was actually inside at Kathleen’s
when we gathered together to enjoy fine wine and also BBQ chips but best of all, each others’ company

I miss the good ol’ days
which I get are also happening right now
while I reflect on the good ol’ days from before


#sol21 March 18 You’re so Vain

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by

Sometimes I like to write with a mentor text closeby… This one came to me when I thought about how the friends and enemies of writers have an interesting thing to think about every time they read . . .

With apologies to Carly Simon… please sing this slice in your head – or out loud if you so choose. (Click for a reminder)

You’re so Vain

Such a witch

You walked into our life like you were taking a bow with a wink
Your dress strategically dipped below to appeal
Your nails they were pink
You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself cartwheel
And all the friends dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner and

You’re so vain
You probably think this slice is about you

You’re so vain (you’re so vain)
I bet you think this slice is about you
Don’t you don’t you?

You had me several months ago when I was quieting my hunches
Well you said that life was really grand and you would never pull any punches
But you lied you stole you lied some more
even to those you loved
I had some dreams they were clouds in my Dunkin’ clouds in my Dunkin’ and
You’re so vain

You probably think this slice is about you
You’re so vain (you’re so vain)

I bet you think this slice is about you
Don’t you don’t you don’t you?

I had some dreams they were clouds in my Dunkin’ clouds in my Dunkin’ and
You’re so vain
You probably think this slice is about you
You’re so vain (you’re so vain)
I bet you think this slice is about you
Don’t you don’t you?

Well I hear you went and cut your hair
And your life is going well
Soon you’ll forget about the damage, the despair
you caused to those in your spell

Well you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re an underworld spy
Or the wife of an old friend wife of an old friend and

You’re so vain
You probably think this slice is about you
You’re so vain (so vain)
I bet you think this slice is about you
Don’t you don’t you don’t you?

You’re so vain
You probably think this slice is about you
You’re so vain
Probably think this slice is about you
You’re so vain

#sol21 March 16 From my Chair I see

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by

From my chair
I see the same things I see every day.
I work from this chair
I write from this chair
I eat lunch at this chair
I help kids at this chair
Sometimes I just spin on this chair trying to figure out what to do next

From my chair
I can see out the window
It’s dark, but I know
My Christmas lights are off the porch now.
They are shoved in the garage instead.

From my chair
I see
a protractor
a bag of shapes
a birthday card from December
earrings hanging in case I forget to put them on
okay – also this is where I often take them off
a pile of math materials
why are there so many binders and books for one math class?
my trackpad, plus a wireless mouse, and a new wired gaming mouse
because my computer is often used by children for Minecraft
and nobody puts their stuff back

From my chair
I see
a pile of note paper
dice left out from math today
more pens than I want to admit
work waiting for me
and the window –
the night closing in out there
it’s dark but the sky is hazy and brighter than it means to be I think

#sol21 March 13 Classical Time Travel

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by.

Classical Time Travel

I am listening to Classical Study Music for Concentration
To try to concentrate
Only I think I had these songs on a tape I used to fall asleep to

So instead of working I am remembering
A cassette with a distinct red and blue stripe, labeled “Piano”
And a best friend

We loved to use a tape recorder to record silly things
Jokes and songs, I guess
You had to press two buttons at once to record

One day we recorded on top of the piano music
Just a little bit,
accidentally

Every time I listened to that music to fall asleep
It would click off
And switch to the loud squealing laughter of young girls

It was fast, but it worked
As time travel back to childhood – even after I moved far away
I wonder where that tape is now

#sol21 March 12 A Writer Who Can’t Be Trusted

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by.

Trust me

I’m a writer who can’t be trusted
to sit in a doctor’s office after my second covid shot
I watch like a writer
I listen like a writer
I take note.

An elderly woman parks her walker next to the vinyl chair
The nurse reaches to help her
The woman says, “I’m fine. I just have this for-“
“Security?” the nurse guesses and the woman agrees
“Security.”

A nurse grabs a syringe from the counter
“I like this one better now,” she says
Another nurse agrees and they laugh
“Well we get used to what we have, I guess.”
and they turn around to help the next in line

Voices from each side of the room filter in
“Hi my name is. . . I’m one of the nurses here.”
“I’m going to give you your second shot…”
“How did your first shot go?”
“You might have a little more of a reaction this time…”
“It’s normal. Chills, body aches – that’s your immune system responding…””
“Do you have an arm preference?”

A man in his eighties works to pull up his blue and black flannel shirt sleeve
as he is ushered to a chair to wait his 15 minutes
“Can I wait in the waiting room with my wife?” he asks
They agree, remind him to wait 15 minutes before leaving
“He’s going to wait with his wife,” the nurse explains to someone at the door
And it makes me feel sad to watch him still struggling with this flannel shirt sleeve, walking to sit with his wife

The two nurses are talking again
“This time is better” one says, “my back isn’t killing me this time”
“I didn’t think I could make it through the last super Saturday. All that bending.”
“I thought I might have to try it sitting down.”
“That kid behind us was sitting down”
“Well, I can’t kneel. I’m not going on my knees.”
“No. Not my knees.”

My 15 minutes are up and I walk out
I see the man in his blue flannel shirt walk to his car with his wife
I wonder if his wife is already vaccinated, or will be soon
What was that he said about why his wife came with him?
And it’s not until later do I realize there’s no way they waited their 15 minutes
and I hope he’s okay

A Slice of Rapunzel and her Witch

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teacher

Nothing is happening here.
It’s like Rapunzel’s tower – only if Rapunzel had 3 kids up there with her.

We are missing travel especially
We all want out of this house, out of this town –
Our last travel was in March.
We drove to Georgia, with a few extra Clorox wipes for the cabin.
and drove back with official word that school was remote,
and unofficial word that if we saw toilet paper at a store on the drive back to Pennsylvania,
we should buy it.

March.
March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.
10 months.
No wonder I’m thinking about Rapunzel in her tower.

“Nothing is happening here.”
She might have said
Or maybe her witch said it.
Does Rapunzel’s witch have a name?
At this point the actual fairy tales, fractured fairy tales
villain-side fairy tales
and Into the Woods
All run together. 

Rapunzel’s witch was not really stuck in the tower, right?
She came and went.
No. No. I’m not actually jealous of the witch!
I’ve always felt bad for her –
An aging woman, desperate for love and youth
Misunderstood

But, I mean, she came and went as she pleased, right?
She used her power to trap Rapunzel
She was a predator.
An aging, desperate predator.
I wonder if she would have stayed -quarantined in the tower with Rapunzel
If there were covid 19 at the bottom

But Rapunzel?
She was stuck.

March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.
10 months.
No wonder I’m thinking about Rapunzel in her tower.

A Slice of a New Kid (in Middle School)

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teacher

New Kid (in Middle School) 

Were you ever 
the new kid?
In middle school -
In the maze of a huge 
Middle school?

Did you ever 
Look at the sea
Of faces floating
Down the hallways of
Middle school?

Was there
A Heather*
You wanted as a friend?
Popular, pretty, nice -- in
Middle school?

I was.
I did. 
There was.

One night
The phone rang
it was her!
“Come tomorrow after school … stay for dinner!” 
I was new and I was invited! 

The next day
I was pumped
In middle school
Tried to make eye contact with Heather
All day

I needed to know --
Her bus number...
What we would do...
Where we should meet
After school

The last bell rang
Without eye contact yet
We hadn’t spoken yet
The invitation was fake
Not from Heather, or maybe it was.

Did you ever 
Get fake invited
In middle school?
In the maze of a huge 
Middle school?

Was there 
a time
When you knew 
some people are cruel? 
In middle school?

I did. 
There was. 

5th Grade
In the sea of faces
Popular, pretty, nice faces --
The lessons of
Middle School 


*Name changed even though I really didn't want to. 🙂