Sunday, October 23, 2011


It is a sunlit October day in luminous Los Angeles, and we get a hint of a brisk breeze to remind us it is actually autumn. Football is a staple in our household, and the Pittsburgh Steelers are my husbands beloved team. His mood usually depends on whether or not they win or lose, reminding me of native Pittsburghers. This makes me a little nostalgic because we actually resided in his esteemed city for six years in the beginning of our lives together.

We have lived in many cities and states together, the very first was Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. It was a dream to James when we moved there because he had been a die-hard Steelers fan since childhood, following in the footsteps of his grandfather who had lived in Pittsburgh in his golden years with his grandmother. His grandparents moved there with their two daughters in the fifties and fell in love with the steel city and never left. His Mother and Aunt married and eventually moved far away, but the grandparents remained until the end of their days, and ended up being buried at one of the most beautiful cemeteries in town. So living in the "Burgh" was special to James because he was revisiting his roots and at the same time residing in the backyard of the team he had worshiped from afar his whole life. Plus, he had the opportunity to attend Point Park University, a school which would end up opening doors to a brand new existence for both of us.

For me Pittsburgh was my first move away from Cleveland Ohio, my hometown, and the location gave me ample opportunity to visit my family when I was homesick since the two cities were just a mere two hours from eachother.We planned our wedding and we were wed, and had many a happy moments with new friends. Those friends ended up being lifelong and lifechanging.

After graduation we moved to Bristol Connecticut when he was hired by ESPN. The move was swift, we had weeks to pack our belongings and say goodbye to the home we shared for six years. So we loaded the U-haul truck and the two of us with our Stormy cat made our way east to our new home. In the years following we moved to NYC and we now reside in Los Angeles California with our two beloved cats; making more positive changes and long term friends along the way, it is amazing how moving alters your life.

When we were still living in NYC I remember my first visit back to Pittsburgh, it had been years since I had revisited my former stomping ground. I took the Amtrak train from  New York's Penn Station to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, traveling the length of the state of Pennsylvania. As the train made its way through the  emerald countryside I marveled at the beauty I had almost forgotten. This in turn inspired me to write a poem dedicated to the wonderous state I had once called home. We live amongst loveliness in this beguilling country. Every state is unique and beautiful in their own right, we just have to remember to appreciate the view outside our own backdoors,wherever that may be. Love, light, and beauty to all on this radiant Sunday afternoon.

Rolling hills of yesteryear
bring forth the past;
forgotten days gone by.
Emerald trees stacked one upon another,
skyscraping limbs reaching into a vast sky;
hoping to capture a sunlit kiss,
from the saffron wonder above.
Shades of moss and marigold,
mountains, memories and reflections;
vie for my complete attention.
Crescenting rivers dive
over wayward sticks and stones.
Time, nor distance
or a New York minute
could never undo
the crescendo of calmness
found within
Pennsylvanian reverie.
(c) Rose Bruno Bailey

Wednesday, October 19, 2011


I have been trying to come up with a title for my collection of poetry that captures the light and dark of which I write, and I decided to name it after a poem I wrote sitting in Bryant Park in NYC on a crisp autumn day. The wind was fierce and the sky gray, and my musings leapt from mind to paper as the towering trees sighed a somber sonnet. Just another day in the life of a New Yorker caught between pleasure and chaos.

A still stuttering breeze utters not a single word
implying the secrets to my own damned psyche.
Eyelashes flutter, disguising tears
chasing away my former buoyant self.
The wind kicks up its heals
giving my sunshine the boot;
and me a bruised backside.
Confusion pales compared
to the empty feeling building,
sinking like quicksand in the pit
of my anxiety ridden stomach.
Normal twenty twenty eyesight
now envisions a universe
composed only in black and white.
Caught within a silent beige purgatory
displaying colorless skies
and clouds that hold no imagination.
Weathered within this surreal snowstorm
foretold but never to take place.
All I am left with is numbness and cold
that tingles up my crooked spine.
Apparition in my mind with no warning sign;
that damn time bomb ticking
within my migraine diseased head
should have held the hints to my demise.
Sanity collapses along with the tightrope
that was supposed to catch my fall.
Reminding me of the fine line
of mortality, morality, and me.

(c) Rose Bruno Bailey