Dyslateral Never really could tell which way people meant. I understand the concept, I truly do, but which foot to kick the ball with, which way to turn at the second light, which column in the paper - I'm not... Continue Reading →
Fireworks, Mollyocket Day We can go down Hudson's Hill just a bit, climb the banking, and see them above Bennett's Auto. Just us, an entire moon, the night breeze blowing through July pines, keeping off the mosquitoes. What would the... Continue Reading →
Filching Apples from Wallingford’s I asked, and he pulled the truck up beside the orchard, so I could wade through thigh-deep grass to choose two perfect apples. They were McCouns, clean and sound, a soft blush on their sloping shoulders,... Continue Reading →
Full Shade by Sonja Johanson Today, she aches. She wakes with the long stretch of groaning belly and back, the howl of inner thighs unused to slaving, fingertips ripped by thorns. Yesterday, all day, was spent crouching, weeding the shady... Continue Reading →
Footloose by Sonja Johanson Today, I set free all the odd socks - the whole jumbled mismatched basket of them. Perky, purple girl ones with their tattoo patterns; black and navy dress socks you couldn't tell apart; an enormous herd... Continue Reading →
At Starbucks, I Cut in Front of Ming Tsai by Sonja Johanson Fifteen minutes until class And a ten minute line at Starbucks. But I am not teaching for six hours without caffeine, So I huff, stamp, and fret, but... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 