Some recent writing

Thoughts & Observations at the Food Court-- began to write this at a food court in Irvine. I wasn't hungry for actual food then but for poetic words and within a few hours came these...


I'm feeling pizza
and jealous that Shaggy looking dude
sitting left from me
can scarf down three slices
without even thinking of the consequences

and I'm also feeling pasta
and sympathetic for that young girl
sitting right from me
struggling to feed her baby
with not a flinch of help from the baby daddy

I'm kinda craving too Chinese
and wondering if
all the food court furniture
and plastic silverware
is made in China

or more so I'm feeling ice cream
and the chill of the couple
across from me
who's silence is louder
than the boy screaming for a scoop cone

I'm feeling also Mexican
and whether it's right that
all the food court clean-up crew
is indeed-
Mexican

I need something healthy
but realize that nothing
can be deemed truly healthy
at a food court-
I mean, nothing

I'm really feeling something fried
and absolutely angered
that folks waste food
and don't put their trash
in the waste bins

Or maybe, I'm feeling Japanese
but I'll be too lonely
eating steak and sushi
with chopsticks
all by myself

Hmmm... but I settle on good ol' American
Yeah, a little this and that all on one plate...
I just hate it when folks just stick
to one ethnic cuisine
all the damn time!

27 July 2009
9:22 PM


I Told You So-- inspired by my beloved Richard who passed away last year. His demise is a hard swallow at times. I feel these words raw just as the feeling held right after hearing about his death...


Not one for always winning the argument
I really wish I did with Richard
He said and reinterrated,
time and again
he would die young.
Each time, I countered
with a passion,
in compassion

Well, one November day he went
To say his demise hit hard
is undeniable, but, equally, I hated
I didn't win
that damn argument- I was wrong
long after being interred
I hear him say, "I told you so
but I love you though".

15 July 2009
11:05 AM

"Mommy"-- I was writing this one for at least a year. If I were actually a mother, I think this one would have come much faster ...

There is no "me" in mommy
though it sounds so
Much of everything gets lost-
sweet virginity;
idle time,
a waistline...

But all of these, I do not carp
'cause when you have a child
what's seemingly lost,
streams
eventually
into sweet oblivion ...

22 July 2009
10:33 PM

Initial words...

Writing from the Margins features a mix of my poetry (often scribbled on margins of note paper) and miscellany musings that may be conjured up to fill this space. Be amused, be inspired, be in the know 'bout little ol' me.