Ode to the Super Moon

Ode to the Super Moon: I sat by my window one wintry night And saw the moon, oh so big and bright As I stared at the yellow orb I realized I wasn’t really alone So with a plate of bread, nuts, and cheese And a glass of red wine And soft music playing in…

A poem – The Mirror

Dedicated to all women of a certain age: The Stare The woman sadly turns to the mirror eyeing the deep lines that etch her face and neck Her eyes travel down the jiggly fat under her arms and the bulges around her waist and stomach With a deep sigh she mutters, “who cares? I am…