Sail
When in the throws of spring I remove my top in public, will you sail quickly, back towards conventional wind? […]
Now Untitled
For everyone missing their mother, I offer you a memory of mine: She hugged strangers, invited the lonely to dinner
NOVA Spring
Tonight, peepers pepper the air, thick with the sauce of spring, a dinner of biscuits and decaf coffee, reverse breakfast,
April Again
No more, those morning tears. I’ve absorbed them, adoring them, like salty gods, singing them, like the rime of an
Bring Your Kids to Work Day
What if on Bring Your Kids to Work Day I brought my books? What if I sat them next to
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Generally Speaking
It’s hard so hard to get specific. No one wants to wait while you try to recall words you really
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Pirate Life
Each March, I fall for it, the siren sun wading through blue to the abandoned crow’s nest over my house,
Un-sneak Attack
Fear doesn’t bother to sneak in. It lunges, with a screech, arms spread like wild wings, fingers grotesque talons of
Saving Daylight
We did not spring forward – we looked there, all the while wondering whether approaching snow would march us back
Still March
Past eleven. Were it morning, it might not matter, but night’s a story that should have ended an hour ago,
Conversation
The future, she said, relies on our stomachs, growling for something other than edible, something younger, something deferring the Earth,
Inbox
I got on a list, blown kisses by mega-marketers with a fetish for…construction? Aluminum piping, seamless gutters, steam rollers, ice
Submitting
I submitted because I saw ‘defenestration’ in a WWII detective novel, and had to look it up. The same day
Shoe
Now more than then, #Facebook needs #poetry, and art of the masters and royal ladies who dare to dabble on
Shutting Down
This cannot be my America. Where bloated power stuffs rags in the mouths of servants, weakened because some bastards removed
Comma, And
If I were a comma, would I opt for Oxford use? Would I find AP an ignorant Yahoo, mucking around
Monarch
When I look up, I see the wall in front of me, mirrored butterflies my daughter bought me, pressed against
2019
What if this year you held your face in your own, warm hands, and said aloud, “You are shamelessly loved”?
Posting
Someone on Facebook said, “Bless and release.” I penned it on paper, a post-it note, purple, stamped with a teal
Stock
Shifting paper, old handouts, a stack of dog-eared folders, blank, brittle notebooks, pile of unread mail and must-smelling memories, just
Out of Storage
1970’s ornaments, smell of pine, plastic, old cardboard, memories of my mom, leaking from the box. #KatherinesCoffeehouse
