To My Unnamed Daughter: Still, folded between flesh nooked in eyelets, in a garden of so much unseen strawberry blush, you are kept half- formed and listless little love, till boats of skin slip past—all three of us unmoored with... Continue Reading →
For the Broken I threw an apple core skyward to see if it would reach the moon. It fell into a field of wild roses, which were eventually cut and posed In a vase centered on a table set with... Continue Reading →
Licking the Spoon As the huge putty bowl appeared so did I, abandoning Narnia and the fire with poppy red coals. My nine year old ears finely tuned to those cupboard hinges. Grandmother's apron tied in a rush as one... Continue Reading →
Only the Instruments Change I sat in a stone courtyard, sprinkled with fallen leaves, like colored pencil shavings. I was bombarded: a cacophony of lawn mowers, a litany of leaf blowers. Relentless invasions steal sleep, and haunt waking hours. The... Continue Reading →
Signature Dish How did it happen? I don’t remember choosing there was no proclamation that this was my turf do something right once, it’s a tradition sweet potatoes are my signature dish. In late November I paw through produce at... Continue Reading →
Attitude “I’m coming, I’m coming. Can’t you see I’m busy?” I yell at the microwave’s beeps and scrolling Your meal is ready! Your meal is ready! Siri, you don’t understand me, I have to repeat and repeat. The camera’s great,... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 