2022 · Poems

“Wind Phone”

“Winding Wind” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2020

“Wind Phone”

I had heard tales of a wind phone

Somewhere in Japan

Talk to your dead loved

They said

I bought a plane ticket

I flew on the wind

I found the wind phone

It was somewhere in Japan

I waited in the queue

My turn finally came

I approached the booth with trepidation

It was white

That is to say the booth was dreadful white

And there was a small neatly organized table

Organized in precision in only the way a small Japanese table could be

Upon it was a phone

Black and dull

What was once shiny glossy

Passed through thousands upon thousands of hands

Hand to ear

Mouth to word

Word to air

Not ears…

Wind phone!

Talk to your dead loved

They said

Only, I chose differently

I didn’t talk to my Father

Dead these eight years

I didn’t talk to my Mother

Dead these twelve years

I didn’t even speak to the baby we lost between my first son and my first daughter

Perhaps, his name was Hieronymus

No, I spoke to no dead loved

But, I put my words into the wind phone

Hoping the wind would find the ears of my second son, Paul

He is minimally verbal

But, luckily for us, more verbal than most

I try to persuade the wind with my silver tongue

Persuade it to unlock the mystery of my second son

Who often releases words on the wind,

Hoping those words unlock some type of understanding between us

As I look out over a Japanese valley

The wind carries my words away

Not to be heard,

Nor understood

The wind phone holds me silent

As I wait for a connection

Whether my second son was there

Or ten thousand miles away,

Our words are carried over the wind

And, pass us by.

Blowing fierce into the stratosphere

Carrying our DNA back to the stars that we came from

Out to somewhere where our dead loved

Are rejoined in a Big Bang connection

As I hung up the phone

I looked backward at the queue,

And felt shame for my wind blasphemy

I had to try

Before I myself become dead loved

I hope they can forgive me—

I hope Paul can forgive me—

I then thought to myself…

That maybe sometimes not being able to talk to your dead loved

Is not as bad as not being able to talk to your alive loved

2022 · NaPoWriMo

“Father Dagda”

“Turnkey” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2022

“Father Dagda”

Father Dagda

Who could blame ya?

As violence begets pain.

Pirate’s plunder

Torn asunder

Your family’s gravy train.

No way of showing,

All are growing.

Soon you’ll be alone.

Father Dagda

Must keep rowing,

Despite a tide so low.

2021 · Christmas 2021 · The Twelve Days of Christmas

“Sammiches”

“Supah”

Sammiches”

I love me a hearty sammich.

Some bread and lots of meat.

Condiment selections,

and extra, extra cheese.

A hero, spuckie, grinder,

hoagie, flatbread treat.

A sub for my friend, Sharon.

Wraps, tortas, paninis.

When concerning yourself with matters,

of the culinary.

You could do a lot worse,

than grabbing a gyro with tzatziki.

A pita full of hummus,

a steakbomb with the grease.

A poor boy dripping sauce,

all over your knees.

Here’s a little secret:

Last call, at Mike’s Roast Beef.

Order a super with sauce,

on an onion roll, with cheese.

If going to Christy’s,

and you can avoid Sal’s lazy eye.

A ham and cheese with picks and ungs,

will keep you satisfied.

Papa Gino’s Chicken Pahm.

Collier’s Boloney.

Ground Round’s Reuben cut in half.

A Jenny’s meatball dream.

You can keep your five-star restaurant,

I’ll take the corner deli.

An overstuffed sando,

is what makes a happy belly.

Poems · poetry

“Desitin Daddy”

“Desitin Daddy” ©️C.P. Hickey 2020

“Desitin Daddy”

Desitin Daddy,

Quarantine savvy,

Whittling a day to wit’s end.

Working from home,

Never alone,

Zoom session lagging again.

A virtual classroom,

Diaper fresh ass-wound,

In need of calming cream.

For all of the crying,

Squirming and prying,

Dry bum bum makes him serene.

2021 · Advent Adventures: 24 Doors of December · Christmas 2021

Advent Adventures: The Door to December 19th

The Door to December 19th: Guy’s Night

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Open…

“GUY’S NIGHT”

“Slainte” ©️C.P. Hickey 2017

“GUY’S NIGHT”

GATHER ROUND YE LADS OF YOUTH AND LIFE.

DRINK FULL OF AN EVERLASTING GLASS.

THE POUR IS GREAT THERE.

TIME TO CONVENE FOR THE YEARLY STOCK TAKING.

COUNTING FELLOWS, AND BLESSINGS, AND SLIGHTS.

LIKE MANY, MANY NIGHTS, THAT DELIVERED US TO THIS BRIEF RESPITE.

OH HOW MUCH COMFORT I FIND IN YOUR AGING FACES.

I CONFIDE A FRIEND KEEPS PACE,

AND REGRETS NOTHING WHILE PEERING AT AN EARLY MORNING MIRROR.

SUCH AN HONOR TO HAVE PASSED TIME WITH YOU ALL.

I REPEAT, AS IT BEARS REPEATING, A DISTINCT HONOR.

FELLOWSHIP, BROTHERHOOD, A LIFETIME.

THERE IS NOT MUCH BETTER.

CAMPFIRES, BALL BUSTING, SHARED SILENCE, PETTY DIFFERENCES; ALL PART AND PARCEL BOYS. 

PART AND PARCEL.

IT’S BEEN A PHENOMENAL RUN, AND UNPRECEDENTED.

NOT MANY ARE LUCKY TO HAVE A BEST FRIEND IN THIS LIFE.

WE EACH, MORE THAN SEVEN.

THE WHOLE IS TRULY GREATER THAN THE SUM OF ITS PARTS.

THE NIGHT BELONGS TO US, IT ALWAYS HAS.

IT WILL CONTINUE, UNTIL WE BELONG TO IT.

SLAINTE! LADS, SLAINTE!

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