Gun

Is it for protection

or aggression

is happiness a warm gun

its cold barrow resting on cheek

held against my lips

finger trembling on trigger

if you try to disarm me

accidentally shoot me

who would believe you

after covering my body

with stones

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word stone— and my obsession with Gabby Petito homicide

Gun

Facebook Love

Facebook knows more about me

than I know about myself

it wants to embrace me

within its algorithms

show me my next vacation

what I should buy

based on my last search

who my friends really are

in a bombardment

of information and disinformation

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dVerse quadrille prompt using the word embrace

honing down on my love/hate relationship with Facebook

Facebook Love

Ripening

Just a few more days

these bananas will be ripe

for banana bread

that is if no one eats them

can’t let that happen

going to hide them now

there will be banana bread

tomorrow

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NaPoWriMo prompt on a fruit. So hungry for banana bread. With the family sheltered in, it is hard to keep some foods from disappearing. Cashews are banned so we can’t fight over them anymore.

Ripening

Deltiologist

Grandmother was a deltiologist

(she didn’t even know it)

postcards came to her

on special occasions

when her children took a trip

& when her husband

lived in Kansas City

that’s how they communicated

there was on most cards

an image worth keeping

Now I have her postcards

with handwritten messages

in cursive script

slanted out of a fountain pen

how the weather was

how are you I am fine

how your uncle got the flu

he is fine now

write again when you can

love & kisses xoxoxo

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NaPoWriMo prompt on something handmade and given to you. Handwriting was once an art even when sent on a postcard.

Deltiologist

Meeting a Writer at Lake Bosumtwi

When you return will you bring me a writing book?

the English was heavily accented

the face was young and inquiring

English I say

When you return will you bring me a writing book?

I heard the word clearer now and know of a request for book

any book I ask

a writing book

Are you a writer I am a writer

Then I remember that I have a small moleskin book in my bag

I bring out the book and present it to him

I hope he becomes a writer

I see him in the distance walking home with his book

We wave goodbye as I leave Lake Bosumtwi.

Meeting a Writer at Lake Bosumtwi

White Pelican

The first white pelican I saw was in Florida.  My husband and I were driving past a pond and there it was resting on the water.  I shout white pelican, white pelican.  (We were sometimes birders.). Go around the block.  He won’t do it.  He keeps going.  There is only so much pain I can wear on my face.  I kept it there for days.

Now in Texas he says – did I tell you there were white pelicans on the lake yesterday?  White pelican, white pelican.  We walk to the lake seeing them from a distance.  We keep walking to the shore and there they are, about a hundred more.

find white pelican

migration flight in winter

wipes the pain away

White Pelican