Available in MY BOOKSTORE – top menu bar!
Also at Q.E.D. Astoria (both books),
the New York Transit Museum (A Marshmallow on the Bus),
and Word Up Community Book Shop (A Marshmallow on the Bus).
You can also read my work on Wattpad and The Broad Side.
I want it spring now:
Electric blue skies over the pink-ish fluff in trees,
But it’s chill-breezy and I forgot my shawl.
I want to wash the extra blankets
And put them away,
But I’m still wrapped up when I watch the news.
I want not to need that navy blue coat
I keep for the cold days, waiting on the corner for buses and cars,
But it’s got my MetroCard in the pocket to take me downtown warm.
I want to close up winter for the season; check the pipes.
Shut off the water, close up the shutters, and step outside,
But it’s still waiting for me on the street
When I lock the door.
Like Orfeo leading Eurydice
As she peels back the cobwebs of her confinement,
Feeling free, breathing so carefully,
Cautiously, it’s spring.
Unlike him, easily will I resist the urge
To turn around.
This poem was written in response to a lovely series of prompts about winter and spring at the Queens Risk of Discovery Series on April 21, 2015 at Q.E.D. Astoria.
Welcome to “Prayer Beads on the Train!”
I am very excited to announce the publication of my second collection of stories written on the MTA – the New York Transportation Authority, also known as the bus and the subway.
It is available for purchase here on Create Space and here on Amazon
And I will be a featured writer on the monthly We Heart NYC Writers night at The Parkside Lounge in Manhattan on April 9, 2015. If you come by, I can sign your copy of the book!
I am also the author of “A Marshmallow on the Bus” which is on sale at the NY Transit Museum Shop and Q.E.D. Astoria.
Look at it this way, now you’ve got something fun to read on your morning commute.
What if you asked me to dance?
Would you see that I don’t know how?
Would you feel me resist when you offer your hand?
Would you sense my fear
as you placed your arm around my back?
not listening to each other
but the music.
Please let me sit down.
I’m embarrassed, exposed,
All bravado with no substance as we move together,
All silk and feathers’ essence as the music plays
and the players ignore us.
I want to beg you to let me stop
but I can’t say anything now
because the dance
the dancing with you
and I understand that I knew how to dance all along.
It’s just today
I am learning
how to dance