Morning Check List

Morning Check ListRub eyes,
Open eyes,
Blink.
Long stretch,
Rest.
What the hell was that dream all about?
Ponder the possibilities,
Give it a rest,
Get back to it later.
Raise left arm,
Check the time,
Whatever.
Feels way too early.
Rise from bed,
Stroll to the bathroom,
Avoid stretching while peeing.
Flush.
TOO NOISY!
Get going.

Toothbrush humming,
Step on the scale.
Positive numbers flash,
I have mass!
Confirmation – I’m not a ghost.
Finish brushing teeth,
Spit into the sink,
I.D. check in the mirror,
Pass, barely.
Decision time,
Exercise now or later?
Shave now or tomorrow?
Wash hair?
GO!

Towel off.
Underwear on.
Choose a shirt to go with the pants to match the socks to agree with the shoes to go with the shirt.
Stop.
Select a different item and start again.
Stop.
Evaluate.
Stop.
This will do.
Deep sigh.
Good morning.

 

July 22, 2024

Psycheology

PsycheologyA time capsule of memories,
Rattling with emotions,
Hidden under a pillow of shame,
What will the neighbors say if they find out?

I don’t want to talk about it,
This is not for the phone,
You’re making me look like a monster,
You said, these words became mantras.

I had to unbecome you to emerge as my true self,
To chart my journey in a life you did not approve of, I did not care.
These memories, like core lines of code, take a lifetime to defeat,
I’m not broken, but my cracks do sometimes show.

 

February 19, 2026

אַטְלַס

Atlas!אַתָּה רוֹאֶה? נִיצַּחְתָּ
.הָיָה שָׁוֶוה לַעֲבוֹר אֶת הַכֹּל
,בְּסוֹף הַדֶּרֶךְ נִגְמָרוֹת הַמִּלְחָמוֹת
,אַחֲרֵי שֶׁאַחֲרוֹן הַחַיָּלִים
.חָזַר הַבַּיְתָה

?אֲבָל נִיצָּחוֹן? אוּלַי רַק שָׂרַדְתָּ
.כִּי בְּחַיִּים צָרִיךְ לִפְעָמִים יוֹתֵר מַזָּל מִשֵּׂכֶל
,לַעֲצוֹר, לְהָרִים יָדַיִים וּלְוַותֵּר כְּשֶׁקָּשֶׁה
.הִיא רַק עוֹד הַחְלָטָה
.אַתָּה הִמְשַׁכְתָּ

,לִסְלוֹחַ קָשֶׁה יוֹתֵר מִלְּהַאֲשִׁים
,לִשְׂנוֹא קַל יוֹתֵר מִלֶּאֱהוֹב
,כָּל אוֹתָם נוֹקְמִים צוֹדְקִים
.נָחִים לָהֶם רָחוֹק אֵי שָׂם בְּצִידֵּי הֶעָבָר
.אַל תָּעִיר אוֹתָם

,הַיֶּלֶד שֶׁהָלַךְ לִישׁוֹן בַּפַּחַד
,קָם כְּגֶבֶר הַנּוֹשֵׂא אֶת הָעוֹלָם עַל כְּתֵפָיו
,לִיבּוֹ אוֹצֵר אֶת הֶעָבָר
.עֵינָיו נְשׂוּאוֹת אֶל הֶעָתִיד
.כֵּן, בְּכָל זֹאת, גַּם זֶה הוּא סוּג שֶׁל נִיצָּחוֹן

English Translation
February 19, 2026

 

 

 

 

 

 

Penny Lane

Penny LaneThere is a place in town, unbeknownst to most,
It lies among the fenced yard houses with their low-cut lawns,
Snakes past playgrounds, bus stops, neighborhood restaurants,
And a three-bay service station with four gas pumps and a tow truck out front.

Penny Lane is found down the road from a faded strip mall,
Bearing a canopy with standardized overhead signs,
There is an elementary school named for a decorated General,
And a grocery store with discount signs throughout the windows front.

This trail looms in quiet shade for most days longer,
The birds that perch there chirp in muted tones,
Its ground is muddy dark, even in dry summer weather,
With pits large enough to swallow a person whole.

The path is unsafe to travel on, for young kids and older,
Even if exploring it in groups, not just alone,
Those who trespass on it will be scarred and changed forever,
For its secret is protected by a mean, vengeful ghost.

Penny Lane is namesake for a young girl who once lived here,
She was first to stroll this path ages ago,
Her small steps shaped it with pain in a serpentine pattern,
The trees kept her secret with their branches hanging low.

Her years of wandering it have been long and unbearable,
No one stepped to save her from those arduous strolls,
Two steps forward, one back, tiny feet often fallen,
When she cried for help her calls were mummed.

Every pace she took was disturbed by bad intentions,
Actioned by the ones she trusted most,
Done in private, behind walls, with open curtains,
Secrets kept by fear and threats of loss.

Storm clouds or tears, no breaks, just constant agitation,
Danger looms relentless and so close,
Little girl, a woman, wife, and mother,
Stepping off the path is never done.

Little kids in homes that appear normal,
Basketball hoop in the driveway and a swing set in the yard,
But even though the drapes are kept wide open,
They hide the horrors taking place inside.

Trust and love, true warmth, are ever fleeting,
Glimpses on a screen you try to save,
Wishes never granted, just imagined,
Via Dolorosa looming right across the street.

 

July 19, 2021

Silhouette

My Shadow follows me throughout the day,
And more so at night.
This Shadow requires no direct sunlight,
Or any light at all,
For that matter.
The Shadow is more prominent,
When it is dark around,
Visually,
And more so emotionally.

Shadow rises in quiet moments,
And engulfs me,
Whipping off colors, joy, and desire,
From my soul.
Projecting memories in dark light,
Regrets,
Fears,
Sorrows,
From a long-ago past.

I shine love at it,
Instilled in me by,
Friends, family,
And myself.
Shadow quickly fades,
But I know,
It will come back,
Another time,
As always.

 

October 18, 2025

Bullet

BulletFifty-five grains, a tiny, minuscule weight,
One which barely tips the scale,
For an object that possesses a profound power,
That will change your life and the lives of others,
Forever.

One eighth of an ounce traveling through the air,
Faster than the speed of sound,
Leaving no time for a reaction, reconsideration,
Or retraction,
Ever.

Three-and-a-half grams of absolute finality,
Driven in a split second,
By fear, anger, sadness, madness,
Or a momentary lapse in judgment.
Indefinitely.

Once triggered, those emotions are left with the finger that pulled it,
The bullet is now guided by the laws of physics and chemistry.
Its path is set by the direction of the barrel,
It cannot be recalled, redirected,
Or stopped.

What could one do with all that power it gave you,
Once you have lost it in a muzzle flash,
And now must bear the consequences,
Of that action,
For eternity?

 

April 9, 2021

Immigrants

ImmigrantsClutching passport in hand and large suitcase in tow,
A career that awaits and a future that glows,
They take flight in great comfort to a future awaits,
To begin a new life in a land they’ve embraced.

Empty-handed and shivering from cold and despair,
Leaving good life behind, fleeing war, mortal fear,
Seeking refuge and shelter wherever they can,
From the bombs and the smoke and the death and the rain.

Two good people are brothers who travel with hope,
To improve life and prospects in a new world beyond,
Different pasts, different reasons, but common their fight,
Step away from the darkness and into the light.

 

March 18, 2022

Time Whispers

Time WhispersTwelve years old, charming, sweet, training bra, braces, dreams,
Has no cell phone just yet, but has plenty of friends,
Helps at home, draws cartoons, loves to read, chews her bangs.
Wants to grow up, get taller, be a beautiful teen,
Right now, high school seems like a faraway dream.

Twenty-two, college grad, hunting jobs, boyfriend, life,
Goes out drinking with friends every Friday at five,
Wonders who’ll be the one, trusts he will one day arrive.
Lives in a one-bedroom flat that costs a lot in rent,
Calls her mom every day, now they talk like two friends.

Forty-two with four kids, decent job, benefits,
House with yard and two cars, cat, and parrot that speaks,
Goes with husband to town on a date night each week.
Wants some rest from the spin of it all for a day,
Chores and homework with kids always get in the way.

Sixty-two, top career, is a grandmother now,
Loves her garden, long walks, playing mahjong, she smiles,
May retire in three, but may stay for a while.
Goes to dance twice a week, or whenever she can,
Wants to visit Rome, Paris, if she could find the time.

Eighty-two, reads in bed, quiet house, TV on,
Buzz and ding, reads a message from her eldest grandson,
Thinks of youth and the years that have passed by since then,
Would give anything now to be twelve once again.

 

November 13, 2025

מְגֵרוֹת

Drawers,אָרוֹן גָּדוֹל סָפוּן כֵּהֶה כְּנֶגֶד קִיר
.צִילוֹ גָּדוֹל נוֹפֵל, מַצְמִית בַּחֶדֶר
,מְגֵירוֹת רַבּוֹת, סְתוּמוֹת מַרְאֶה
,מְסוּדָּרוֹת לְרוֹחְבּוֹ
,שׁוּרוֹת שׁוּרוֹת
.לִמְלֹא הַגּוֹבַהּ

,אָבָק הַזְּמַן נָח בֵּחֲרִיצֵיהֶן
,סְגוּרוֹת אֲטוּמוֹת הֵן מִזֶּה דּוֹר
,גוֹדְשוֹת זִכְרוֹנוֹת, כּוֹמְסוֹת סוֹדוֹת
.אוֹצְרוֹת אֲהָבוֹת, חֲלוֹמוֹת, אַכְזָבוֹת
,יֵשׁ מֵהֶן הַצּוֹפְנוֹת בְּחֵיקָן מִכָּל טוֹב, וְיֵשׁ
.תְּכוּלָתָן לְדֶרֲאוֹן עוֹלָם

,אֶצְבָּעוֹת מְגַשְּׁשׁוֹת, מְלַטְּפוֹת, מְהַסְּסוֹת
?הַלִפְתוֹח אֶת זוֹ אוֹ אֶת זוֹ הָאַחַת
,חֲשָׁשׁוֹת וְתִקְווֹת, צִפִּיּוֹת
?מָה יְהֵא עַל הַסּוֹד אִם יֵחָשֵׂף אֶל הָאוֹר
,הַיוֹרִיק וְיִפְרַח כְּעָלֶה שֶׁל תִּלְתָּן
?אוֹ יַאֲדִים וְיִתְפּוֹרֵר כָּאָבָק מְעָרוֹת

,הֶעָבָר נֶחְבָּא לוֹ בֵּינוֹת חֲפָצִים
,מְשֹׁךְ וּפְתַח לוֹ וְיֵצֵא אֶל הָאוֹר
?הַיְעַטֵּר הֹוֶוה וְעָתִיד אוֹ שֶׁמָּא יַכְתִּימֶם
,זְנַב שָׁבִיט שֶׁל זִיכְרוֹנוֹת
,מִתְפַּזְּרִים בֶּחָלָל
,בּוֹהֲקִים בְּזִיו הַחַמָּה
.עַד קֵץ הַיָּמִים

English Translation
October 22, 2025

Amity

She is a porcelain doll,Amity
Born from talent and skill,
Crafted sharp by good hands,
With great care, taste, and will.
She thinks fast, mighty smart,
Wisdom, reason, and tact,
Calculated and shrewd,
Always more than you ask.

She is mighty and strong,
Very precious and bright,
You will instantly know,
When she lands in your sight.
Unique beauty and grace,
Her step light with much grace,
She can walk, dance, and climb,
There’s no mountain too high.

Her true worth is well hidden,
Value mostly unknown,
It will slowly reveal,
To the patient and honorable.
When you meet her at first,
Be respectful and calm,
She’ll reveal her true self,
Given space, peace, and time.

She will teach love to you,
Not the lusty old kind,
But the one that will last,
Through tests, tempests, and time.
To love, care, and respect,
To learn, listen, and share,
A journey true, mighty, and not for the weak,
Love is sensitive, wise, this you’ll never regret.

 

October 1, 2021