Red is a color worn by others. Haven’t worn red since Howard left in ‘92 and I moved to back to Phoenix. So I haven’t a clue what made me buy a dark red Ralph Lauren shirt and tank top yesterday morning. Maybe it was the incredible sale at Dillards or I had to have [...]
We had a tea party, you and I
Yesterday, when March was cold.
We were three or four again
Five or six or seven.
Changed the world
Solved the chaos, hunger, pain.
I belong to a Holocaust Survivors email list that travels around the globe online helping Survivors find other Survivors. More than six years ago I received an email about a young man who wanted to start a library in Cracow, Poland and needed help filling the shelves with Jewish books. Seems he was raised Christian to save his life. Finding out [...]
Deserted windows
Empty now
no one looking out.
No sounds of children playing.
No birds resting
waiting for a crumb of bread.
No poets
sitting on your ledge,
watching goings on
on streets below.
Reporting to the world beyond
passionate fantasies.
Dreams…
as yet untold.
Why do your fading colors,
your falling
c
h
i
p
s
of sea green paint
Illicit such emotion in [...]
Every time Aron called Phoenix from Detroit, he would share stories of his wealth, friends, and apartment on Nine Mile Road. Aronchik (Mom’s youngest sibling) eventually became a successful entrepreneur, though summer of 1964 he was still trying to figure out how to get his contractor’s license, tell his ex-wife they were divorced six months [...]
Before I knew the words to describe a rainbow,
I could mix the colors of heaven,
of mountains; of Arizona in the spring.
Each morning in darkness before the molten Phoenix sun
would crest the parched desert,
Papa would sneak out the door
quiet as a whisper
to paint this house or that castle.
Peeking…
With one eye around [...]
Last minute presents
I think they call them
Bought by some at a car wash
or an airport.
An afterthought, not a real present
purchased by someone
who remembers
ahead of time
intending to watch
your eyes light up the room.
Afterthoughts…
…like reasons and excuses
forget intention.
Though the one receiving
always knows the difference.
Somewhat, like the difference
between [...]
The scariest place I’ve ever been
Was the corner of the kitchen
Next to an old stove
With chunks of porcelain missing
At 2:00 am when I was eight
And too little to stop my Father
From beating my Mother
With a cast iron [...]
I’ve lost my job…
As if somehow
I’ve misplaced a part of my life
I now have to find
Just around the next corner.
So I become still, quiet
Trying to remember
Writing accomplishments
About what I’ve done
For so many years
I could do it with my eyes closed.
What am I afraid of?
Feelings, I guess…
Here I am ten or eleven years old
Again, and yet [...]
She said she had a cat named Purple…
I mentioned cats didn’t come in purple.
She replied, “You’ve never seen him
sleeping on the roof at sunset!”
How does one argue with five year old logic,
Eyes that see magic at every turn?
“Little Judy,” a creative, forty year old mind
inhabiting a little girl’s body,
with hair and eyes the color of [...]
I was lost once…
without a compass
without hope
without faith
without God
without Me.
Lost in the forest
of my creation
knowing not the path
for the trees.
Knowing not where the sky left off
and I began.
Believed the self delusion
others knew more
who I should be
than me.
I let stillness envelop me
and asked God, “Who am I?”
He answered gently,
“Who do you want to be?”
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