- Say you lost your pass.
- Say your data plan sucks.
- Say your place is in “hard lockdown.”
She’ll soon figure out you’re a nonessential.
For the beautiful stories you’ve woven
through your words and works of art;
For the people whose days have been
brighter because of you—thank you!
It is late, and how I feel I’ve been robbed,
by your passing
because you shared your light,
even when at times you had very little
to keep for yourself.
*A brief pause from my usual love poems to say thank you to those who have left the world all too quickly.
Curse this holiday
And its delicious, ridiculous food
And now I am back to eating
This sweet white grain
The bane of my waist
What waist? You say
What a waste of all my
New clothes
That was to go with
My new New Year body
Oh well, farewell diet
Better luck next year, I suppose.
For Princess Di
I dug deep into my stash of scratch paper for this poem. It definitely reflected my youth, and my obvious naivete. I was still young-ish when Princess Diana of Wales died tragically. She was a very popular princess, and even until now, when you search the word ‘princess’ on Google, her name would come out as the top suggestion. Though I never admitted it or showed support, I think I might have liked her (or the idea of her). After all, I was sad enough to make a poem in her memory. ‘Nuff said.
I saw her life flashed on TV
She blossomed into such beauty
I read her story on the daily
Ruined by her own family
I covered my ears when she
Was murdered by paparazzi
Truth ruined my fantasy
Of life in the lap of luxury
But then again…
If death is of certainty
I’d still rather be royalty.
Don’t spill, don’t fall
Don’t drop the ball
Don’t slip, don’t trip
In heels, but be quick
Don’t you dare cry
Smile, don’t ask why
Shake hands and greet
So many to meet
This is your life
A climber’s wife
Just gloss your pout
And eat your trout.
Make Room for Poetry 
On Guns and Hearts
On Owning a gun and giving one’s heart:
It should only be given to a person who can responsibly care for it.
It should only be possessed by a person of sound mind.
It should only be accepted by one who knows he consequences of misuse.
*Somebody reminded my yesterday that poetry can be used to make a stand and my stand is responsible gun ownership.
I think one important key to determining responsibility is complying with a strict protocol on dispensing gun licenses. You wouldn’t give a license to a person not fit to drive, and so should it be for a person not fit to own a weapon.