Christmas Eye

newly tinseled trees’ googly eyes dazzle the whites of young eyes.   those for shame check the children’s names crossed on lists under red satin.   mothers put eyes to trees an’ us with newborn fervor.   santa God’s consumptive leer ages like a pair of boots weathering salty sidewalks.   Those peering eyes disappear just as the ornamented googles brought out once a year. Continue reading Christmas Eye

Ring in the New

Christmas bells ring, new fads dazzle our eyes. Drowning? Blame the market, or naively, Blame it on the younger generation. I take turns spurning and burning these things and wonder why they change when one thing— Blame the victim—has yet to be passé. We ask her what she did, then what she wore. I guess it keeps us moving, so she won’t have to change anything more than skinny jeans, wire frames, slap bracelets, yoga pants, water bras, chic make-up. Maybe fads make liberty ring in her ears. Continue reading Ring in the New