Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

frustration of longevity
victim conundrum
speaks in silent words

a wise old poem
the only voice in the room
again i'm silent

slugging through swamplands
politics and corruption
seeking out poets

pile of syllables
impatiently waiting
exhale into ku

politics of despair remedy
escape into poetry
to keep faith in democracy

a homage to him

full night of sleep
coughing upon arising
day for gratitude

thanks giving/ground hog day
every day precious gift

i am a thing called alive

—unk

a wise-crack ku
marx brothers references
and snide birthday wink

ancient history
re-told by a woman
glory gone gory


#The Silence of the Girls

dear yoga nidra
grateful for your strength
embedded in cells

morning attraction
white wall invites silver fish
still life haiku

one wistful sigh
imagining being there
distant family

in a sea of chaos
something to cling to
weather forecast

rock my soul
in the bosom of Abraham
just give one thing I can hold onto

I am an old woman
named after my mother
my old man is another
child that's grown old

angel from Montgomery

Boulder to Birmingham

Thanksgiving tin pan alley mashup
playing in my head

with each embrace
soul-mometer rises
as life-force expands