Thankgiving Day

After 14 years of going out to dinner and a movie, I spent the day in the kitchen. I knew going out would have caused more tears. I hope to watch the parade some day. I hope to watch a football game and not feel you next to me. I hope to be able to feel thankful.


The new addition to our favorites is mashed potatoes with onions and blue cheese.

Halloween and World Series

Lewis,
Had a very unhappy Halloween as I send cards out for the first time by myself. I did not get to sign Lewis and Martha. You did not send to your friends in the Poetry world " Zaj".
The small goblins are not going to have a basket full of goodies to choose from this year.


Your favorite sport has an interesting finale this year. Hope you are happy the Yankees didn't make it but neither did my Sox. I am not sure if I need to keep you posted or not. Or if you care about the daily stats in the cosmos.

Update Lewis

CBS Sunday Morning did such a puff piece on the Stinker of the House just 2 weeks before the election. You are probably having a great laugh. You know I do not normally watch this show but it was on and so I tried not to barf....

There is snow on the mountains pretty but why am I here?

I kicked you the other day. Felt good and guilty at the same time.
Still not one day goes by without love and hate for you popping up in many ways.

Writing is continuing to be slow and meager.

6 Months and Raining

Dear Lewis,

Today is the 6 month mark of your death. It is raining as is fitting. I feel like I have been on vacation from you for this time. I wonder when reality sets in?
I won after 30 tries on the 30th day.
I know you keep calling.

All my love always.
M

Happy Birthday Lewis.

Today you would have been 62.

I remember you telling me of your birth at Flower Fifth Ave. Hospital. How your mother and the doctor played cards waiting for you to arrive. As your father was overly nervous. But he celebrated the event by giving your mother a blue Caddy. The status sign of the 1940's.

You never were a big fan of memorializing the birth of someone long dead. As Public Radio does to honor the composers / poets of the day. But I want to have blog readers remember you and your wonderful words. Many are already on this blog so just read earlier posts.

Lewis Hammond Stone

I am having a blue day today.

You used to recite

roses are red
violets are blue
then you would fill in the blank
now I will add..
you have moved on
I truly miss you.

Poem found in box #1

lightning to strike us both
naked and a little saggier
our bodies flash
in brief grins of desperate light/
like snapshots of streakers
caught in defiance of sanity and custom/
while we suck and stroke
liver-spotted flesh/
that beholds welcome
drops of moisture
from a purple sky
that crackles with burnt showers
of ozone that fill our nostrils/
as your tongue washes
my cock under
the dark swaying trees/
where we hear magical sounds
which call us to
strange excitements/
while others hide/fearful
they would be seduced
by the spasm and roar/
just as Hemingway was/
as his jaws opened wide
and the cold metal barrel
must have felt so bloody
feverish like our sweaty skin
the last time/we danced
on a green slick carpet
no matter about skinned knees or elbows/
you reached behind
and I thrust in-
time to catch breathless phrases/
our lungs gasping
with voices that beg and repeat/
come/
come/
do not let me die//


Poem written in Mass after learning of a mass connected to the kidneys.