Poems
An Autism Acrostic
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Autistic American Football
I run interference for him. He’s my quarterback, but one who only rarely makes his own play. Always, seemingly, he must follow the play of others. He needs protection from the world around him Daily. Because he’s wired differently. Thinks differently. Talks without a filter. No holds barred. And, no matter how hard he tries, …
Look what computers did to my family
Here I stand, resolute, but alone, struggling to cling to the last vestiges of face to face family life. Saturday tea time tables and shared viewing. Those tattered curtains of distant memories appear unsullied when illuminated, through dyed pink lenses. Images of a life gone by. Down the shallow scree they fall, eager …
The Mathematics of Us
The geometry of lust creates a non-equilateral triangle where fractals of loveform and reform. The ebb and flow of being with and (being) without long term desire. When the calculus of jealousy plays out in full, dx over dy differentiating her with you and you with me, then the old slide rule(s) (or rules slide) …
My dad was poetry to me
The man who taught me to ride a bike, (by pretending he was still holding on) is gone. The man who taught me how to drive his car, (even though I crashed it, and we didn’t get far) is gone. This man fed the birds every day, and made bread so right, but fudge …
Diluting Family Trees
part 1 – Breaking up So, we finally let go you and I – to be free. The grey shades of singular await us. Someone put my heart in an icebox. (I thought it was supposed to mend). It’s funny, there’s no wound, yet somehow, I feel raw. Perhaps my freedom …
A Dog for All Seasons
This is my dog, My Tess. My true companion. A dog for all seasons, My all weather friend. My big black dog, With a big brave heart, Who came home to say goodbye. Thank you Tessy, Pookie, Sweepie, Tessywoo, My Tess. Sleep well in the garden that you loved, May your spirit chase Frisbees forever. …
Rainbow
If you can Look, see the children play. Build sunshine from rain Casting rainbows and rubies, Find stairways to heaven And back again. If you can Listen, hear their voices, Bring music from sound Raising castles and kings, Find highways to freedom Begin on the ground. If you can Learn, with their teaching. …
On a night so deep you can taste it
On a night so deep you can taste it, I read your letter, aloud. Quietly. Uneasily. But I can’t make sense of the words. As if somewhere, between the page and my eyes, they gave up the ghost. Lost all meaning – jettisoned any sense they might once have had, on the journey to my …
The Boy Who Grew a Mane
When Ben was ten, he thought, for a while, I’ll grow my hair long, have a different style. So Ben grew his hair, and nothing could stop him, not wind, nor sun nor rain. And it grew in big locks, right down his back, just like he had grown a real mane. Unlike …