on the eve of christmas…

holidays
hard days
cold winds
frost the windows
and
chill
even
the youngest bones
there’ll be no
manger
wise men
or
gifts
but
the lights
wink
at
the children
through
the iced portals
of
this home
of
theirs
parked
on
broad street

 

divergent christmases…

 

presents neatly wrapped
children huddled together
fighting off their fears
wondering where their parents are
guards go home to families

 

a gnat’s ass…

scurry on down
to
your walmart store
load up
on those
stocking stuffers
suggested
by
the morning news host
who
failed
to mention
during
the
news
that
7 hundred
and
30
rohingya children
were killed
in
myanmar
in
just one month
and
don’t stop
to listen
to
stories
of
the blockade
in
yemen
and
the outbreak
of
cholera
cholera
that will
infect
a mere
600 thousand
children
by
the end
of
this year’s bowl session
no
need
for concern
when
you’ve
your own
blockade
to deal with
as you
struggle
to find
a parking space
to
gobble up
those
50% discounts
on
overstocked items
like those
designer jeans
that were
marked up 350%
making
your
discount
a real step
for
mankind
and
whatever
you do
don’t watch any stories
about
those suffering
in our own nation
those
who bear
invisible scars
scars
of
rape
rejection
and
replacement
i mean
they had the same
opportunities
as you did
or
did they

chitlins at christmas…

christmas-tree

aunt bea
and
i
were talking
about
how each christmas
my mom
would make
chitlins
and
though
i loved
the taste of them
with
just the right amount
of
vinegar
the
smell
when
they were cooking
was
what i imagined
hell would smell like
aunt bea
smiled
and
said
child
getting
what
you want
sometimes requires
that you
put up with
something
you don’t
enjoy

christmas morning…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2011

sleep filled eyes
peer through
staircase rails
at a christmas bounty
the charge of the light brigade
restrained only
by an uncaring clock
that persists
in moving slowly
towards
the designated
hour

empty boxes…

wrapped
in brightly colored paper
the boxes
containing
everything
you
asked for
surround the tree
tinselled dreams
sparkling like stars
await the dawn
of christmas day
but
within the boxes
you will find
nothing
that you
need
no
love

a merrier christmas…

there was no need
to study the life line
coursing down the palm
of her hand
to know
of her past
one need only
to count the scars
on her face
stitches added
over the years
but this christmas
was different
she was alone
in the house her father built
atop a mountain
miles from the city
she thought she loved
in a one room cabin
with a small tree
adorned with left over
ornaments
but each one
was placed with love
upon those branches
and she
finally
felt loved
not by a man
but by
a simple
birth