Your conversation that spring semester
warmed me like the bright sun
on winter afternoons.
Marriage blindsided me
with its onion peels
petty arguments
and unpaid bills.
Poetry
Drops of Jupiter Part 2, Fall 2000
When you saw my sparkly diamond ring
your congratulations sounded hollow
as you clenched your jaw.
Yet you sat across from me
every day, sharing bits and pieces
of your life in conversation.
We illustrated autumn produce:
yours striped squash, mine pomegranate.
Drops of Jupiter Part 1, Spring 2000
The first time we spoke
you approached me after our class critique
of illuminated letters.
Wowed you were by my velvety black lettering
by my gilded William Morris grapevines
by my lush Gustav Klimt flowers.
Prize-Winning Poem! Sunday Dinner, July 1985
Friends, this poem won 3rd place in the poetry contest at this weekend’s All Write Now! conference. Enjoy!
Chicka-chicka-chicka
the pressure cooker prattles
on the avocado stove
while I help Grandma
set the table for ten.