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 […]
A draft as we near ThanksgivingFunny, I can’t remember how it sounded,but I still see the open-mouthed look,blackened fillings, tongue […]
I’m over being sorryabout the palm that bothers the cat’s belly in searchof something angora. About fingertips that have given
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 »
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 »
This vivid morning,
owl still howling a dirge
into another daytime,
I am reminded of you,
Christmas untitled Read More »
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 »
I’m looking at the details.
The smaller picture.
Minutia of goose plume,
Meditation on a feather in the vase on my windowsill Read More »
What I’m not thinking about is the lawn mower,
What I’m not thinking about Read More »
they tell me my dog has rare lymphoma.she lies on the bed in my office,listens to cello music. sheloves the
I am watching my farm dog
limp and
trip
on stairs,
Because Everything is Metaphor Read More »
I am working on being more intentional, directlyasking the day’s nimbus for its vascular biceps,afternoon for its ability—no, serenity—to sleep
Alt Serenity Prayer Read More »
Everyone has a tattoo—
or two, or three,
skin and bank the limit.
Because I Have Four Tattoos and Want More Read More »