A Different Kind of Cookie

Drowning with gloom, mists, tears

I float above bright white clouds

hiding the gloom, mists, rains

on the world below

me clouds world

like a sandwich cookie

only not as sweet


This written while riding on United from San Diego to Chicago to Wichita on the early morning of June 10 after being told that my husband had been hospitalized in Dodge because of blood clots in his legs and lungs.  The doctor’s there have since saved his life and my husband is recovering nicely.






Tears in My Tuna


lunching on

tuna salad sandwiches

while viewing

Undercover Boss re-runs

on Netflix

the “Herschend Family Entertainment”


emotionally charged

can’t watch shows like this

while eating

end up crying

into my food


tuna and tears