I will sing and laugh at table,
Tell my brother that I’m able
To eat pancakes every day—
Not with centipedes, no way!
In the kitchen darker stories
Bloom like fatal morning glories;
Beautiful they are, but cruel,
Deadlier than day-old gruel.
From a deep, enchanted well
Draw some water, say a spell
That will change (I know not how)
Donald Trump into a cow.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Old age is a neat little trick
For people who never get sick.
But if you’re not well,
Old age can be hell—
As if you were hit by a brick.
Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Trying to breathe in this place,
close to the source of my grief,
while coins thrown in the wishing well
are glimmering and turning—
I feel my right foot slip, and then my left,
something tightens in my chest.
Be still, my heart!
You will find a way out!
La Virgen de Guadalupe guarding a headstone, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
from the deep waters
drawing yet another draught—
the well of sorrows
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Twelve Days of Mary
A variety of aloe in bloom, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Sweeping the garden
of debris from last night’s storm,
I’ve time to ponder
these golden aloe blossoms
near the Buddha at the well.