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hollyhocks

Posted: 07/01/2016 in house of memory, house of women

last house on the dead end,

no house across the steet

cos the one that used to be there burned down before i was born.

in the field there were old bedsprings,

allergy grass,

and tall big-leafed hollyhocks with pink blooms.

i decided they were the ghosts of old church ladies,

bent-backed from slicing pie at receptions.

every morning in summer, i waved to them,

wished them a blessed day,

and waited til i was out of sight to, as mama called it, start up with my bullshit.

red

Posted: 01/01/2016 in house of crazy, house of women

gw3in a gray house

under triangle trees

with blue leaves

 

i had a red cradle.

 

santa, i want

a red revolver,

birth control,

a red hat

and a fuzzbuster.

 

off to my new life

in my red car

with the fish on the back bumper.

it means,

 

fuck ’em and feed ’em fish heads.

 

i got red hair

and a white dog

with pointy ears

and a red collar.

 

gtfo,

lady coming through,

too cool by half for you,

and red

as red

can do.

_____

 

art by Gerda Wegener. written for my challenge at Real Toads.

Summer

Posted: 09/14/2014 in house of weather, house of women

she came and stayed too long,

talked too much,

and was too touchy-feely,

coming around corners when i was half dressed

and short on sleep.

this morning it turned chilly and she was subdued,

sitting at the kitchen table with her hands around her coffee mug

and her suitcase open but empty on the bed in her room.

she will head south,

and i will have my house to myself again.

everybody likes her and she will light it up some other place,

while i feel a little guilty, but

mostly glad to see her gone.

_____

for real toads mini challenge.

fence

Posted: 03/01/2014 in house of fools, house of women

something there is that doesn’t love a fence,

but judy works at the mortuary and lifted a little jewelry.

wouldn’t it probly be a sin to waste it,

now that it’s in our hot little hands?

that’s what judy asked me, though i’m not 100% clear about the “our” part.

anyway, i know this guy who used to go with my cousin and he knows a guy and

so we lost the jewelry and picked up a little cash,

then we both got our nails done and

now our hands really *are* hot,

sort of,  and the old lady would be glad she could do that for us,

wouldn’t she? sure she would.

it’s just like i always say, good fences make everybody happy.

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for the robt frost thing at real toads.

J’miah

Posted: 02/16/2014 in house of love, house of women

j’miah got four sisters.

they dress ‘im up, sit his baby fat butt at their tea parties.

j’miah got all of their old

dolls, trolls, jacks.

you might’ve been surprised to see the green-haired naked marines

storm the beach and beat the Bratzis.

j’miah got four sisters, make him their pet.

they soothe and scold, make him be the dad or the dog.

time goes by, j’miah’s four sisters all get married, one by one.

all the husbands got sisters.

all the sisters think j’miah awfully cute.

“he understands things” they say.

“he’s not an asshole,” they say.

“like you,” they add, to the brother-husbands.

 

j’miah got four sisters.

it ain’t all bad.

he tell this basic fact to every new girlfriend,

including the new one,

the naked one,

the one with green hair.

______

for Kerry’s free verse challenge: Four.

crazy emmie bought teacher’s chalk at the five and dime,

went out in the six inch snow and wrote love letters to biker anne

on the sidewalk.

 

they all said, “anne honey,

i saw a blue star out the back window last night

and i know it means that this year will be different.

 

do you remember the barn owls and how they looked like taloned angels

those nights we made love and the scents were

straw, saddle soap, horse feed, and us?

 

baby, i’m not always crazy,

sometimes winter only stays the month–

if march is kind, i could still be your girl,

before time circles the night and i never see you again.

i love you now as i always have.

xox

emmie”

 

every year she swears she won’t steal money for the chalk,

go out barefoot in january

and have to spend two weeks up at reed city,

but some resolutions fall like flakes, pretty and helpless

under their own fragile weight.

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for Real Toads.

see me sitting in the japanese bamboo out

way beyond the pool, the patio, the weirdly green grass outside the french doors.

i got one of your man’s little whiffle golf balls and i made a doll of it–

ain’t she pretty?

see me.

 

got your gardener trying to kill the knotweed, but hey,

when the tennis court cracks and heaves up from the bamboo roots beneath,

he’ll take to drink and stop showing up for work.

see me sitting here, waiting in the stalks.

see my wild red hair and the way i smile.

see me.

 

a night will come when the gin won’t work.

then you’ll leave the security system off and i’ll be there

with a kamikaze white bandana around my head

and i’ll stay until the rising sun.

then i’ll disappear; you’ll never see me again,

and the tiger stick will be all you’ll have to cure the ache that i’ll leave behind.

 

this is my revenge,

my red-haired air raid, my way of getting you back

for all the times you thought you were too good,

too straight,

too rich,

too sophisticated

to blink your designer edition eyes and

see me.

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for Hannah’s Transforming Fridays challenge at Real Toads. I have written about Japanese bamboo (fallopia japanica), which is not true bamboo but bears the name, as well as others like sally rhubarb, tiger stick and knotweed. It is considered an invasive species and is extremely hard to eradicate, as my old neighbor discovered when he tried to kill the grove that stood behind both our houses. Me, I watered mine and loved on it like it was my baby. My small dog Alex used to go back in there and hang out, like he was king of the bamboo forest. He was!