When I asked, how’re you doing, “Good,” you smiled. I could always make you laugh, right? My artist-buddy who loved horses; the face I never looked beyond. Stay awhile, Jo I haven’t learned to miss you yet. Today, I wish for a lift, a little cheer, such tiny wishes—selfish wishes. In all those sweet or bitter days, your hope was there. Tonight, I’ll think about you. Tomorrow, I’ll think about horses. In Memory of Joanne Benedict, Artist
Between, and Fog
Tied to a fender of boulders, I sit, here within a cloud, not even hoping to rise. In this cove where threads of waves on milk glass sea tempt gulls bobbing beyond the dune grass. I cast my thoughts through thinning fog beached with no place safe to rest like that red dinghy—PUFF
This Wasn’t the Plan
here, the body continues but the mind closes the door for good to a room we can no longer enter where everyone wears a similar mask like vintage furniture with faces, that follow old ruts worn in place we visit now perhaps only for ourselves C, still a teacher without students scratches in a plan book without days forming a presentation to be given yesterday to an audience, sleeping, slouching, staring C. wonders where she is and we who visit, drive away guilty and forgotten
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Judy DeCroce and Antoni Ooto
Poet/professional storyteller/educator Judy DeCroce, and poet/abstract expressionist artist Antoni Ooto are based in Upstate New York.
Married and sharing a love of poetry, they spend their mornings studying established poets, as well as, work on revising, critiquing, editing and through reading aloud, balance the meter of their pieces.
Judy DeCroce and Antoni Ooto have been published globally in print, online, and anthologies.