Is it too early to start The conversation about How we recover after These wildfires And the wildfire in DC That has gutted federal Capabilities and set a clear Precedence that we are on our own Randy Roberts March 14, 2025

I reach for her hand She responds to the gesture A connection made Randy Roberts 2025-08-05

There is a concept of Embracing the dissatisfaction That is present in life Of letting go of the desire For life to be different that it Actually is Every time I actually Accomplish this task I come into contact with a Different point of view that Does not negate the hardness, Disappointment, stress, sadness but By the simple act of embracing reality I am aware of the other parts of reality...

Strolling in the park She stops and says I need to catch my breath Me too But for very different reasons She is struggling physically And I am once again Caught off guard at her State of being We stand still a moment She grabs my hand and Tugs me forward Some sense of normalcy Restored Her body is challenging Her mind so sharp Her heart so kind She walks this earth with...

Engulfed in familial experiences Joy and loss Love and concern Life has much to offer Randy Roberts 2025-08-31

Someone commented on my poetry Saying it was odd, lacking structure, Without rhyme So for them: There was a young man from Nantucket Who was grinding up chum in a bucket When it was ground He flung it around Yelling fuck it, you fuckity fuck twit! Randy Roberts 2025-08-04

We hold each other Floating in a sea of Uncertainty No steady place Is available Our mutual care Supports us Randy Roberts 2025-08-26

Bright yellow track hoe In the yard across the street When the place sold It was clear it would be torn down The price paid was just to get the lot New owners don’t care for the house They have visions of something new It’s driving interesting conversation Among the neighbors And I suspect I’ll enjoy the process Watching the destruction and Construction Randy Roberts May 16, 2025

Grief is a signal to Pay attention to What’s really going on So often it is a mask For the sadness of loss Which often is just A grasping for a different Reality that is not Available Grief is a signal To pay attention To my ongoing Battle with reality Often the recognition Results in a profound Shift Often to a state of appreciation For what was once true and...

My love and I sit in Our car parked by the Green We are people watching as First Friday art crawl happens on the First pleasant evening in months More than a decade ago when This event started we were Part of the crew who showed up Every month and we have continued To participate in a fashion that Respects the realities of our lives We watch the crowds that would have been...