She missed the quiet
not the kind found in forests
but the peace spun from the hum
of tires on pavement
a beat of jump rope
slapping against sidewalk
girlish voices singing in time
laughter drifting through windows
to the velvet of Billie Holiday
let your heart rest
you belong here
NaPoWriMo Day 30
According to my mother
I am a descendent of Mary Queen of Scots
as evidenced by my odd, stunted thumbs
a byproduct of centuries of royal inbreeding
Our family tree also claims
Lady Jane Gray
the tragic Nine Day Queen
And then there is the teenage boy
who fled Scotland to avoid a death warrant
dressed as a girl
Arriving in young America
he sought out George Washington
to plead his case and request employment
Impressed by the boy’s ingenuity and bravery
Washington hired him
eventually making him a trusted aide
If you look at the signatures
on the Declaration of Independence
you’ll find another of my ancestors
on the far left column, second signature down
Lyman Hall, connected by my Cooke clan
What I have inherited
from this rather remarkable lineage
is a propensity towards a life filled
with epic drama and intrigue
and a marked talent
for losing my head
NaPoWriMo Day 29
The men of Baltimore
formed what they called
a love line
between the police
in their riot gear
and the protesters
They talked of unity
and the strength of this city
and that although last night
rocks were thrown
and fires lit
today we stand together
People rose before the sun
and swept the street
of ash and debris
but let the anger linger
a necessary incentive
as no justice means no lasting peace
NaPoWriMo Day 28
There are more caring neighbors than looters.
More helpers than thieves.
More good than bad.
More love than hate.
More heroes than cowards.
There is no Them,
If tears could quell the raging flames
in this burning city,
we’d already be walking on wet ash.
NaPoWriMo Day 27
(a poem composed from a random line from texts, each from a different person, that I received this week)
Our 7-11 is all smashed up.
From peaceful to asses.
Glad it wasn’t a work day.
Should I send vodka now or later?
I’m trying to prevent problems, but it looks like that’s not going to work.
Glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
Fuck that, it’s all about cockfights up in this bitch.
Maybe we can get together with the girls soon?
Keep the plan the same.
Reservation at Farmstead Grill in Canton Crossing.
We are having bacon wrapped fillets, grilled asparagus, fennel salad of some sort, and cupcakes. Oh, and wine.
May I use the corset?
Cock at my house this week?
I’m a mess; broke my heart, but I’ll get over it.
NaPoWriMo Day 26
They did yoga on the grass in the park
as the police helicopters circled
women in spandex spinning hula hoops
while he smiled from the stage
fingers pressed firmly on the strings of his bass
down the street
the protesters chanted
inaudible over the banjo
and Bumper Jacksons’ ragtime blues
hard cider and sunshine
white grandmas making spaghetti
with gluten free noodles
while a black mother plans a funeral
a dancing city weeping
NaPoWriMo Day 25
she was surprised to find herself happy
as if she’d finally been able to remove
a 472-pound pack she’d been carrying on her back
as she journeyed
thinking she needed baggage that size
to contain all she wanted
when all she really needed
fit perfectly inside her
small but capable
NaPoWriMo Day 24