Felony dammit

(or growing old is a crime)



I achieved Genius Level 
on the NYT’s Spelling Bee 
before 6 this morning 

but it took me way too long 
as I brushed my teeth
and took some pills
and heated up coffee
to come up with 
to remember
to recall
that word 
that means 
more than a misdemeanor.

~ Robin J. Phillips, Sept. 3, 2021

Almost Broken Home

I do not remember my father’s voice 
but I know his breath smelled like whiskey
as he leaned down to say good night.
That’s when I learned to pretend to be asleep 
which led to real sleep 
and dreams of my parents dressed up.
My Dad smelling of Old Spice
Mom of powder and lipstick.
The most beautiful woman in the world
with a man who never knew how lucky he was

Robin J. Phillips, August 21, 2021 

I Love You Will Have to Do

There should be a word for the pause
Right before we laugh together
The little moment 
When our eyes 
meet and we realize
Nothing more needs to be said

Nature turned this sand trap into a Valentine.

There should be a word
For that breath we share
As you sing
A cowboy song into my ear
Swaying to the rhythm 
Before our lips 
Our lips
Touch 
The breath
Right before we hold
Our breath

There is no word
So, my love, 
I love you 
Will have to do.

~ Robin J. Phillips, Feb. 13, 2021