Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Poetry

  • Love and Work

    Love and Work

    Love and Work   Nothing makes me madder than people disrespecting my work. Well, that’s not completely true. Injustice and cruelty and abuse make me really mad. In my personal life, however, nothing makes me madder than someone saying to me “You know if you do this it’s going to require a lot of focus […]

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  • I Am Poem

    I Am Poem

    By: Zandr Mehran, age 9I am happyI wonder how earth started because now one knowsI hear Mrs. Puljiz talking about animals which makes me think of how they lose there homeI see the yellow bee that crashed on the tableI want to be happy for the animalsI am happyI pretended that there is a big […]

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  • Far away city

    Far away city

    Far away city with dreams that went to sleep

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  • It’s that kind of dream…

    It’s that kind of dream day

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  • Out the car window on…

    Out the car window on the way home

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  • We Call

    We Call   We call to each other in “fluent transparent animal.”* I might be gone from the living and this is the Bardo. We call, all the souls here with me, waiting to move on, wanting to move on. Not wanting to move on. I am not thinking about breathing for once. The others […]

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  • Desperate Comprimise

    Desperate Compromise To be honest the other night I pretended I didn’t mind this man was a Trump supporter because he was so handsome and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his mostly craggy face. At 80 his arms did not look too bad either. Though I could not see them, I could see […]

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  • Obsessive Researcher

    I am always trying to figure out how to do things faster and more efficiently. Even though I consider myself to be old now I’m still working on the efficiency routine. I should have a clipboard and a pencil and a list of things to accomplish however I have nothing but two dogs that I […]

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  • Car Wash 1

    Just as I was trying to keep my front tires in alignment on the slightly rickety, vibrating tracks of the car wash I felt my passenger door open and a splash of warm water on my arm and saw a curious pair of smokey eyes in the face of a man of unknown age but […]

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  • Virus

    Virus

    Child’s Game “Hold your breath!” passing a graveyard we said In the back seat of a 57 Ford gravely acknowledging the dead. Now, out walking, I hold my hand over my mouth careful to not breathe in air of living people passing.

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