Medical Fall A poem by Tina Hacker Medical Fall When I tumbled off the exam table, my doc was frantic. She told me, You tucked and rolled like an athlete! I was stunned. Totally stunned. Never—ever—have I been compared or... Continue Reading →
On the Perch A poem by Tina Hacker On the Perch I know how it feels to belong to a small tribe. You are different; you can be isolated, small bird always competing. I know how it aches to be... Continue Reading →
A February Stroll We pretend the warmth sewed into this temperate February day will stretch like a jersey sheet over the remaining wedge of the month. Mornings taut with unforeseen heat, afternoons lazing on record highs, evenings lolling on balmy... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 