Many happy returns

On the day that you left,
hope was thrown out
the window and 
into the 

Of course there really wasn’t
much hope to throw;
to throw into 
the melting 

There was no peace left. 
Nothing to drag me 
from the gutter 
to the 

So I sat in the room 
with the laughing chairs
watching each frozen
moment slip 

….the white ribbons and pony-tail,
the thoughts that gave me
warmth at night and 
the book with 
the clasp 
shut too tight.

…the silent dinners and phony smile,
the thoughts that kept me
up at night and 
my mouth like 
a book with 
a clasp
couldn’t close right…

All of the things
we had and
used to 

All of the things 
that meant the 
world to 

Forever lost
in the noise
and all the heat.

Lost like melting snow.

Enter sandman


Malawi has a new president. It took a week and a half. During that time there were fears and accusations. Threats and counter-threats. Injunctions and injunctions to block injunctions. The Overlords kept us all on high alert. They feared violence, recriminations and general apocalyptic destruction. Told us to stay vigilant. Stay put. Stay safe.

The results were announced on Friday and… Continue reading

An anniversary, of sorts

he looks solemn
          in his dark coat and tie
his shoes polished
          to a shine

he smells of Old Spice and
          shower steam
eating Cheerios and
          going through the routine

white shirt
          starched and pressed
black pants
curly dark brown hair

He stands
          and kisses his family