Poetry by D.A. Spruzen

Wishful Dreaming

I set my palm on the green door,
feel the beat through my arm
and heart, my toes want to tap,
at least a couple of them do.
I ring the pop-eyed buzzer,
such a nice young man,
face it, an appetizing hunk,
opens up and says howdy
ma’am, let me hold the door,
take my arm down the steps,
can you manage ma’am?
Too bad you’re alone,
hope you’ll be okay in there,
it’s a rowdy young crowd,
so I’ll find you a table tucked
away in a nice quiet corner
farthest from the band.

I look at him closer,
that’s a nasty goatee,
and a wanton tattoo,
and dreamy mad, I say,

Are you shittin’ me?


Password Pickle

Password does not match . . .
I jotted it down somewhere.
Let’s try another favorite,
damn, not that one either.
Let me check my address book,
here, it’s under XYZ
in my own code, but what
do those squiggles mean?
God forbid you need a password
to get into heaven
or paradise, whatever you call it.
Maybe those who know
know the password instinctively
like some sort of imprint,
not something too unique,
something they’d remember
but heathens wouldn’t guess,
like threejewels,
or fivepillars,
or mishpocheh.
And a lapsed Christian
Who doesn’t know,
how would she guess
if its not in her address book
in her own special code?
Its hopeless, oh,
Jesus wept!
Oh. Could that be it,
without the space?

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About D.A. Spruzen

D.A. Spruzen grew up near London, England, earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Queens University of Charlotte, and teaches writing in Northern Virginia when not seeking her own muse.  In another life she was Manager of Publications for a defense contractor.  Her short stories and poems have appeared in many publications, including Ray’s Road Review, Southern Women’s Review, Old Mountain Press, and Lunarosity. Last year she earned third place in the Tom Howard Poetry Contest for her epic poem, Sphinx Dust. A novel, Not One of Us, the first in a trilogy, is available on Kindle. Another novel, The Blitz Business, set in WWII England, is looking for a more traditional home. She and her husband live in Northern Virginia with a Jack Russell terrier, who doesn’t know he’s old and doesn’t know he’s small.