“Write anyway,” she whispered in my ear
When I began to doubt myself.
Write through the sorrow
Bear witness to tragedy
Tell the history about the present
The future, about the past
In ways no SLR can remember
No heart can forget
Write feelings, write manner
I dine alone at Coco’s
order from the over 55 menu
not only because the food is good
but it’s only $5.99 for a whole meal
with butter and blackberry jam included.
All my $300 Eileen Fisher and Ellen Tracy suits
have found other lives in others’ closets
thanks to Goodwill and the [...]
Forty three feelings of the day arrive
In this place in my middle
below my left ventricle
behind, a little to the right,
above my navel
pressed up against my spine.
A place where I know
That self pity destroys the perpetrator
Complaining falls on deaf ears, and
It takes courage to stand tall
when we feel our wounds so visible
worried that all will witness our pain…
Courage and bravery…
strength beyond words.
You present yourself with such grace
with such dignity, head held high
turning your face to the light
letting the sun warm your [...]
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Little sister dear, little sister
Listen to my stories of Alice and Dorothy
Of Ruth and Naomi
Women of honor, of grace
Of beautiful eyes and wondrous hearts
feelings envelop me
in multiple shades of gray
all tangled with pleasure and pain
can’t seem to detach
your feelings from my own
our souls entangled
your dreams with mine
like bodies that have lain together
so many nights
they’ve memorized each other’s
curves and edges
as if by heart
Leonardo da Vinci
His face stuck against the seventh floor window.
Waited for someone to come, to visit.
The only thing he saw at that height
Were birds and window washers.
Where are they all?
The pillows tasted of you
Picked from my garden at dawn
In a vase a-top my flowered Bombé chest
Tearful slivered chocolate eyes
Like shards of Ghirardelli
In a tiny plastic bag tied with gold ribbon
Purchased at the factory near Pier 39.
You’re absent [...]
*This silly poem was written for my Niece’s 18th birthday a long time ago. She started smoking at 17 and is still smoking at 31. Her Grandmother died in her 50s after suffering with cancer for 5 years. Her Mother has already had several biopsies and turned 52 this year (and still smokes). [...]
in all directions at once.
An open book
written on my face
in my eyes.
Like seventh grade
when every look
crushed your ego, or
broke your heart.
Has it been…
In a world of strangers
©2010 by Howard Paley
Where we haven’t ever met
I bow to your greatness
Am I lucky enough to get wet
For when creative thunder
Hits so close to home
Be it a painting, a story, or photo
Even an infinitesimal poem
Then genuine arms of greatness
Surround with [...]