The Same Moon (NaPoWriMo #17)

My first moon hovered beyond wisps of
White blond hair and a windowsill
Where I dangled studying the horizon,
Waiting for Santa’s sleigh to be backlit.

Awestruck tonight that this moon,
Buoyant over this retirement dream,
Highlighting this new and forever home,
Nearly five decades later, is the same moon.

I remember the silvery disc over the
Air Force Academy Terrazzo
And a Hawaiian Beach and also
Lighting morning runs by a South Korean river.

My lover and I howled at this moon
On a Mediterranean beach in Turkey.
We first fell for each other under the very same
In the warm waters off Cyprus.

Even on those stormy nights of
Love lost, friends lost,
Erupting emotional change,
This moon waited behind the clouds.

One day I’ll reach out
Pluck it from its place
Feast from its pungent pores
And then put it back on my flight

Beyond the stars.

Pulling Faces (NaPoWriMo #15)

Photo by Eren Li on

As the youngest child I squirmed
The moment a baby came into view.
I could count on my mom’s giant
OH then a massive, gargoyle grin
and the goo goo gah gah
ridiculousness that would bubble
over and ooze on the child.

I didn’t remember this face used on me,
But only because I out grew it.
And maybe I thought she should
Look that way at me, even then.

But mostly, I was just embarassed, of the
my mom would be.

Fast forward. I saw my friend’s infant, yesterday.
My face instantly contorted,
“OH” then all teeth, instantly
with a toothless giggle.

What can I say?
I learned from the best.

I Smell Like Me (NaPoWriMo #14)

I smell like me.
I am who I say I am. Which meaning do I seek?
Martha? Oh lady, mistress?
Max, a diminutive of greatness?
Née surname Balsiger, of the Palzing region,
A rush of blood recognition when I’m in Bavaria.
Adopted to Torrens of Torrance
of Torrance north of East Kilbride or of Glasgow.
Married to Despain meaning D’Espagne a
French pointing labeling: “Spaniard.”
Married to Frazier.
Sweet French kiss of strawberries from a Scottish vale.
The Bard asks, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose/
By any other name would smell as sweet”
And I smell like me.
MaxieJane Frazier
Née, again.

Cure for Cancer! (NaPoWriMo #13)

For the prompt of what headline do you wish would come out tomorrow?

If tomorrow’s headline could only read
“Cure for Cancer–millions upon millions saved!”
I truly care about only one of those millions.

If the giggle little me is surpressing in my favorite sibling photo
Could be the extra sensory perception that,
We will be okay.

That, the girl next to me,
That the sister I have always known,
That the person who has been there for me,
Every single day of my life,

Could be saved.

The only headline I want is personal.
And global.

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