Gathering Grandma A child of the Great Depression, grandma became an adult who stocked up on paper towels, toilet paper, coffee, sugar, and flour by the pound, even those braided multi-colored area rugs. Her upstairs bedrooms, once occupied by her... Continue Reading →
Mise En Place A married couple sit on the porch and hear someone knocking at the door. It is quite loud. The wife says Maybe we should answer the door. It is getting louder. Their sons are sitting in a... Continue Reading →
Alexa, What Is One Plus One? ‘I think you know the answer to that one.’ Because I would not, could not stay calm or reasonable with fact-based evidence Because instead of all the answers I had questions of my own... Continue Reading →
Sparrows Open, white page yawning out morning. My notebook sidesteps any focus. I’ve forgotten the raw taste of captured ink, I’ve lost where the words reside on my lips, against my eyelids. Our black cat gazes at his watery reflection,... Continue Reading →
Three Women ++++++++++++ For Phoebe ++++++++ 1. Sylvia who taught me— early—words were knives— She showed me how brittle they became when she sharpened my tender ear. Whispering to me: Vowels float like balloons. ++++++++ 2. Denise said: Taste! And... Continue Reading →
from the porch swing from the porch swing, I see people pumping past their limits, cars swinging like pendulum to the extremity of what I see as road, sun slinging light this way into the dry street, clouds swinging shade... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 