Author: admin

You bring me donuts when I’m poorly—not what the doctor ordered but they go down smooth and sweet, and I feel           better for your nurture. It’s a long-time thing. We indulge each other, have done so for years but now I...

Who writes reclaim yourself on a bathroom wall up there with declarations of undying love misspelled insults and bad jokes scrawled on the scratched paint broken tiles underfoot harsh light overhead Maybe you with your briefcase...

Sometimes the sands rush down sometimes they trickle as though the hourglass has control of time this much for you a little more for me It’s a distraction to watch too closely to match your breath or time your heartbeat to...

In Silicon Valley, dominion of the mighty lords of virtual reality, the end of the world is at my doorstep. The west is burning burning burning. Even in the flowered suburbs, beneath an orange sky, garish as bad hair dye, smokey...

All over the world, mothers are awake; in Tel Aviv, Kahn Unis; Texas; praying that the children they must send out into the world return home to them; and are not bombed to bits in the town square; not captured and held in...

at the farm store big leaf spinach just-picked tomatoes and garlic at the market ricotta and noodles made of split peas busies herself with pots and pans chopping and simmering enough to feed a small army drives to the underpass...

Saturday morning in her wellies skirting puddles wide as lakes hunting wild apples, honey and eggs. Signs of spring – new rhubarb garden plants waiting for homes tomatoes, basil, beans. The baker offers bread, croissants next to...

air a damp blanket hanging overhead in a long line that gets longer by the second, I stand behind a woman holding a toddler, a large-for-his age boy maybe 10 or 11 stands next to his mother with a lid of sweet black curls over...

I just ate a mandarin orange rind cupped on the table pale pith a slip removed my hands clothed in scent I eat from a migration of fruit one hand plucked another packed my own passes bills, coins exchanged many times over I eat...

the moment upon waking before remembering was longer today and gentler somehow perhaps this is what healing feels like   Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her poetry is widely...

Mom died over five years ago only now is the light of her memory beginning to reach me fully across the years from my childhood when she was the bright sun in my tiny solar system kissing away my hurt showing me the world...