The Leaving II
Posted on October 31, 2022 Leave a Comment
Elegy for my son
Still Life with Mother
Posted on September 22, 2022 7 Comments
I invite you to celebrate the birth of my mother in this poetic homage.
Posted on September 10, 2022 4 Comments
after Kerrin McCadden my husband’s portrait is in a collage behind glass on a museum wall of prayers his name is announced by the son who never spoke it his smile is cast into homes of people we don’t knowhis name echoes across a plaza where there used to be buildingshe’s a good dad who […]
Posted on August 26, 2022 5 Comments
This poem is an elegy to the day my son and I released my sons’s ashes into the pond we haave been vacationing at since the boys were six and two-years old.
THERE IS LOVE
Posted on July 25, 2022 7 Comments
After Sharon Olds “I Go Back to May 1937” I see them standing at the nuptial threshold before their witnessesShe sees her groom smilingat the verge of the nacre vaultthe gloam blue waves climax like glisteningstrands of diamonds behind his profile, Hesees his bride with a stargazer lily in her hairstanding at the fringe made […]
Posted on May 15, 2022 Leave a Comment
This past Mother’s Day week has been a trifecta of heavy life-events, each of which warrant a story of their own. Instead of polishing the post I surrendered the gorgeous sun-drenched day with my canine bff, Joni, rather than spending the entirety of the weekend with my laptop. And I’m so glad I made this single right choice.
Posted on April 8, 2022 Leave a Comment
29th Birthday message for my beautiful boy Davin: Arrival, April 8, 1993 at 12:33 PM. The day I held the World in my arms.
My Departed Darlings
Posted on February 22, 2022 2 Comments
This poem is the fifth of a 365-day project I began last week. Though my plans neither include completing nor posting my daily writings, I felt complled to post today’s exercise on this day of multiple duality, 2/22/2022.
DAVIN R. GARCIA
Posted on November 13, 2021 Leave a Comment
365 days ago, fifty close family members and friends gathered on a rainy morning in Poughkeepsie, New York, during a pre-vaccinated pandemic, to pay tribute to my beautiful boy, Davin Richard Garcia. 8,760 hours ago, my tears washed over a white granite box, containing the fragments of a mother’s, and father’s, love and dreams for […]
SELF PORTRAIT AS OYSTER
Posted on October 25, 2021 Leave a Comment
I am a sumptuous delicacy raked from shallows of brackish bays, shucked through mantle by twisting blade, popped hollows of creamy white meat gulped—raw. If you wet your hunger with my tenderness, you cede to be ruined. I will tranquilize your frailty and cut you with my truths. To be vital, mustn’t one be capable […]