In a face filled with grief

Lives a man

Digging a front yard grave

Among vines of purple

Morning Glory

Stretching toward early sun

Lovingly placing his

Companion of fifteen years

Cat of black and white

Now out of pain and

Into peaceful relief


Watching a feat of prestidigitation

Withholding my tears

As man morphs into child

Burying Hampy the Hamster

So many solar years ago

Same lawn

Same grief

Same love from my eyes

Willing him to swiftly scab over

The anguish of loss…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Holland




Wanted that tractor so bad

Even though the ¼ acre

Could barely support it

Wanted it, like how we once

Wanted each other so bad

Shiny new tractor

All sorts of pretty additions

Auger, bucket loader, pallet fork

Perfect for spreading manure

And wood chips

We planned on having the best

Organic garden:

Planting corn, black-eye peas, yams

Collards and seasonals such as pumpkins

But everything takes work

Want stuff, or people, so bad

But somewhere along the

Space-time continuum

The wanting’s not worth the work

And one day the

Garden’s gone

And the shiny new tractor

(Peeling paint flaking off

Like spotted, aging skin)

Is rusted, busted inside

And we wonder why

We wanted it so bad…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)