Tribute
Sometimes, when spring yawns, its slow, honeysuckle breath warming my face, I think to myself, “What a wonderful world.”
For My Husband
All love is an afterthought, an ideal that whispers “remember me,” carrying us, wildflowers in a basket, petals falling, lighting
Training
To cure my dog of her errant ways, I bought a vibrating collar, clipped it around the fat of her
Spectacle
This is how I remember you, white apron speckled with red sauce, spectacles on the end of your nose, eyes
Tick
I look down, and it’s on my thigh, just sitting there, sucking the last bit of self from me, and
Lesson in Service
I learned young to serve: ring the bell at Christmas, thank strangers for their change, handle hot tongs, release chicken
Favorite
Of all pandemics I’ve survived, you are my favorite, teaching me what it means to be alive. Okay, I admit
Language
The irony of language: it’s a gorgeous word. Say it out loud: language. Say it for the sake of linguistics.
Off
Turn off the morning news. Go to the old stereo. Turn on the blues. Because if anyone knows the trouble
Virus
Every day is fear now, blocking out potential, masking the possible, making it hard to breathe. That’s how sickness works.
Interview Tips for Artists and Writers
Yesterday, I had the distinct pleasure of meeting with the National League of American Pen Women, D.C. Chapter. They asked
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Sorry, Emily
Because I could not stop for death, he kindly passed me by – he, dark winged and disappointed. Me, content
Following
That time in the Mexican mountains, I said I was being followed. It wasn’t so much that you listened (though
Every Atom
That day you hummed the song of myself – I assume you assumed I’d fallen for it. I did. Have
Tin
Lighting the lavender votive, I remember you and me, vitamins, mood stabilizers, coffee. And that little tin of scones, blue
Tossed
Paper sheets the floor, tossed with two red pens, caps, White-Out, and angst. Another manuscript salad gone wrong.
Pawn
You brought it to the pawn shop, the only silver I’d ever owned. Perhaps I’ll buy it back. Save it
Recall
Recall waves bye like a tired baby, confusion puckering, the right words already asleep, unintelligible taking over. No one seems
Spring Thaw
Remember when the sun offered us just enough to turn snow in the road to puddles? Mom said the wanted