>In Sickness and In Health

>The prep nurse noted her fragile veins
advised delay, but
she was ready, so,
on she went.

Together for decades,
he could not be with her
in surgery.

Something gave and
she never woke.
For two days
she lingered
on life support;
they told him
he needed to make
a decision.

Knowing she hated it,
he told them to stop;
all of it.

Down in the bright sterility
of the cafeteria,
he was cutting into his chicken when
he felt a hand,
warm on his shoulder.

He knew it could not be her,
not her body;
no one else saw,
she was there
only for him.

She smiled and said,
“It’s going to be all right;”
and then
she was gone.

A love crossing decades
suddenly condensed,
out of time;
in the last possible moment
one thing needed to be said;
“It’s going to be all right.”

Copyright 2009 Aerie Studios, Ltd, Fort Worth, Texas

>Is there anybody out there…

>If there is, I should say that most of my writing energy lately is going into a new food blog, which you can check out right here – And please do!

I’ve also started publishing more or less done chapters of a new novel titled Once a Fisherman, so scope that out too!

Cheers!

E

Copyright 2009 Aerie Studios, Ltd, Fort Worth, Texas

>Ihr Garten

>There’s a language here,
spoken in color,
texture,
and pattern.

Rock Rose to Rosemary to Oleander;
myriad greens with
bright blooms
interposed.

Zinnia and cucumber,
chile and yucca
painted pot and tree trunk,
purple-blue blossom
against weathered fence board.

Pieces fit together perfectly,
each is perfect on its own.

Bronze bell on maple branch
prayer flags over herbs,
scent of basil redolent
as cold water
splashes leaf.

Even when she is gone,
here,
I breathe her scent.

Copyright 2009 Aerie Studios, Ltd, Fort Worth, Texas

>Flow

>If you told me back in the 60s
that I’d not only drink water from bottles
but have a favorite brand
I’d have said you were crazy.

If you told me that,
after DDT and 2,4,5-T,
Love Canal and the Cuyahoga
that we’d forget all we learned
and fuck everything up afresh
I’d have thought you were nuts.

If, after I tore up my Exxon card
you’d said we’d have one even worse
within twenty years or so
because nobody really did anything different
I’d have said you’re bonkers.

I do so wish that you had been.

Copyright 2009 Aerie Studios, Ltd, Fort Worth, Texas

>Waffle House, Redux

>See, the problem is that nobody really
gives a good goddamn about them people
comin’ across the border.
See if we was Canada, it’ll be all different.

I’ll tell you what the real illegal immigrant problem is;
it’s those fire ants.
Them’s the real problem,
and look how easy they got here?
Them and the bole weevils…

J.R., you are one dumb sonofabitch.
You’re so dumb, you don’t know to shut up
when somebody tells you you aughta.
And you’re no better;
you just sit there and agree with him.

Aww, come on now, Bud
we’re solving the world’s problems!
Give us another five minutes
we’ll solve ’em all!

Oh buuuuuullshit;
You’ve had forty five minutes
and you ain’t solved one damn thing;
I am done with you two idiots.

See ya tomorrow, Bud.

To hell with the both of you both.

Copyright 2009 Aerie Studios, Ltd, Fort Worth, Texas

>Good Morning, Ivy

>Welcome, tiny girl!
We’ve been waiting for you
but no rush;
you’re right on time.

Your first morning and
you’ve changed things
forever.

I awoke smiling,
perception shifted,
seen through your eyes;
I bet they stay blue.

May the world’s ills be cured.
May it be for you as
it was for me;
a joyous youth
awash in pure tones.

So it shall be, because
you have arrived.

Copyright 2009 Aerie Studios, Ltd, Fort Worth, Texas