Granma’s memories,
apple trees, her recipes..
Waxing nostalgic.
Woman guides girl with
Sacred kitchen rituals.
Teaching/learning Life.
“Don’t give your big heart
to someone whose heart is small.
You can’t live like that”
Food goes, lessons stay.
I still hear her voice today.
25 years gone.
I miss you. 💙
Trot out the Hotties
advertising best offers.
Male/man panoply.
Striking display of
hopeful e-suitors who seek
someone to complete.
Lonely people meet
On smoke screens of devices
Seeking signs of love
Friends not yet made//>>right
Hundreds of others swiped//<< left.
They’re gone in a blink.
Welcome to Tinder.
Heart felt relations;
Authentic trust ‘tween nations;
True sincerity:
Construct-worthy lists.
Joining, uniting mankind…
Building up goodwill.
>>Pipelines, border walls
Destruction guised as construct
Building bottom lines
How long can we live
financially rationed by
Destructive walls of greed?
Divided we stand
united, lost behind walls.
broke, not yet broken.
Combined Womanhood
Walked on, eye-ogled, paid less.
Yaya sisterhood
We think and gather…
we: Birth, Mother, Guide planets
Yet, disregarded.
Barefoot in kitchens,
Often ignored by man(kind?)
with stone age habits
Maternal values
deaf to patriarchal ears
((echo)) into blue.
Will he ever see
truthfully, she is equal?
Doggedly waiting…
Self -evident truths?
Equal creation: all men?
S’what the package says.
Bold Declaration:
“LIFE!! LIBERTY!! HAPPINESS!!
(…sold separately)
Rights endowed for ALL!!
(..other exclusions apply)”,
the Creator(s) say(s).
Freedoms are faded
into ugly Orange Smog
of double-dealings.
Consent of governed??
Change, Abolish, Institute…
Through what honest means?
United, we’re not.
Orange buffoonery rends.
South rising again(st)?
Hope has turned to Fear.
‘Make Merakuh Great Again’
is Made in China.
The __ists and The __phobes
joined together in Hatred
‘gainst Humanity.
Shamed as we wait for
our new Culture to be bared.
…We’re not united.
We are embarrassed.
Heart longing for pie.
Stomach and Good Me says no.
Mouth is full-on “GO!”
If you’re what you eat
>>Carbohydrate. Short and sweet.
Friends, just call me Carb.
I’ll nap on it, and
then decide, need one more slice?
Wake up: still Sated.
Taste buds answer “Pie!”
Overappreciative
for voracity.
50-Word Stories Dressed as Haiku 