sweetheart redux

I watched TV Through birth, death and taxes When I was the addendum Or when it was my own mother Or my own uterus An organ saddled with far-reaching expectations And sickness I watched TV. People came and people went and still I watched TV. In the hospital, a woman named Holly and I watched Hours of this thing called Special Victims Unit Every day Even though a Vietnam Vet with delusions of grandeur Begged us to change the station. I watched TV every day of Summer Vacation for pretty much My entire childhood but I vowed that the next day I Would stop, That I would take a walk or something, But I hardly ever did. Special Victims Unit Hello there! I'm writing every day lately, but none of it is of a quality where I'd want others to read it! Still, I want to keep the momentum going, so here I am reposting something originally posted back in 2017. Why not? xox 

  Nostalgia Haiku Pee Wee’s Playhouse song Her smell returns and her laugh We’d watched since show one

Hello! I recently had a poem published online in Poetry Super Highway, a great resource for contemporary poetry that has been around a long time. The Poem is Called the Power Couple. https://poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/poetry-from-robin-crane-and-kaye-voigt-abikhaled/ I was also published on there in 2017! That one is ostensibly about sunny South Pasadena, California. https://poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/poetry-robin-crane-kira-pfost/