Category: Friendship

• Day 29

  of all the angels who wandered and waited or not who landed before me here, there, what brings you to face me now? unwitting teacher player of basketball transient night flier, subtle questioner, what have you revealed of me?

  Jenifer

  April 29, 2015

  Childhood, Family, Friendship, Love, Meditation, Muse

  NaPoWriMo, poetry, tanka

• I 57

  What is it about rows of corn stubs flipping past, electrical wires sagging in sync with the tracks, whistle beaming out to snow-flat fields, clumps of houses, trees so far away you think of desert, that pulls me back to dream-like chatter, long nights on empty roads? We meet again in this rhythmic void, away…

  Jenifer

  April 24, 2015

  Aging, Bite-sized sampler, Chicago, Family, Friendship, Illinois, Love, Meditation, Memory, Muse, Nature, Seasons

  NaPoWriMo, poetry

• Day 16

  today surged with nothings but that I reached to touch your hand as through a pane of glass warming, one on, one under

  Jenifer

  April 16, 2015

  Dying, Friendship, Love, Memory, Work life, Yoga

  NaPoWriMo, poetry, tanka

• Day 15

  unwinding myself from you memory thins-out, slipping from my lap as I drift off

  Jenifer

  April 15, 2015

  Aging, Dying, Family, Friendship, Love, Memory

  NaPoWriMo, poetry, tanka

• Jacksonville, Illinois

  i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on a dirt road as usual. Strangers look long, out their way, as if destiny is known. I wish you were gone, really, truly gone, that that would sink deep in, become an organizing piece of…

  Jenifer

  March 21, 2015

  Chicago, Childhood, Death, Family, Friendship, Meditation, Memory, Nature

  poetry

• Jackson Heights, 1982

  i It is time to write to you, I realize looking up from a book as my husband tells me we are running late. But you are long gone, familiarly gone. Is it a defense mechanism to say that we never should have been friends, me with my Cloisters and flannel pjs, you with your…

  Jenifer

  January 6, 2015

  Aging, Chicago, Dying, Friendship, Memory, Poem sampler

  poetry