After the rain we desperately needed
Branches bow even lower,black walnuts tumbling from their fingersinto the waiting arms of squirrels and earth. It can takehours or […]
After the rain we desperately needed Read More »
Every time I think I might be a good person (a draft)
I want to be better about saving the planet.Stop ordering from Amazon, and if I have to, choose only eco-friendly
Every time I think I might be a good person (a draft) Read More »
Anyone have…. (a draft)
A decent spray paint or gloss? (We only need a little for the garden gnomes.)Shampoo bottles with just a few
Anyone have…. (a draft) Read More »
What we could learn from trees
as a reminder, the breeze arrives, unannounced,visitor to a forest that has grown beyond where we can clear it, shuffle
What we could learn from trees Read More »
Facebook Posts
Because they are the damp and rotting leaves of the season,frigid and caustic rain that grips the joints and twists,
Doily
it’s intricacy left outsidelabyrinth of yarn and loop leftovers fromhandmade days in a horse trough beside Al’s Antiquescheek to cheekwith
Flashbacking
Prairie girl dress pulled over my head pecking my way into a smiling black trash bag of pinafores and lace
Storylines
After a while, we get tired of telling the same story, the one where weare interstitial animals separated by a
My Mother’s Laugh
A draft as we near ThanksgivingFunny, I can’t remember how it sounded,but I still see the open-mouthed look,blackened fillings, tongue
My Mother’s Laugh Read More »
Neurological
I’m over being sorryabout the palm that bothers the cat’s belly in searchof something angora. About fingertips that have given
Sunshine Valley Nursing Home, Circa 1984
Author’s Note: When I was about 15, I was hired part-time as a nurse’s assistant in a nursing home. My job was to bathe, dress, feed and care for elderly people, including those with dementia and Alzheimer’s.
Sunshine Valley Nursing Home, Circa 1984 Read More »
Message in a bottle
I am not sure what is more important: to tell you how I used
to narrate my life in my mind while I walked the neighborhood
as a child? How I never moved my lips, but somehow
made more exciting that single horse farm on the corner,
Message in a bottle Read More »
Christmas untitled
This vivid morning,
owl still howling a dirge
into another daytime,
I am reminded of you,
Christmas untitled Read More »
Ever have a morning
Ever have a morning where everything
seems to bother you? Where coffee filters
conjoin like slurwords, and not even your longest thumbnail
can separate what has become what?
Ever have a morning Read More »
Painting the Door
When sometimes you paint a door
because you’ve left it too long,
Painting the Door Read More »
