A coffle of regrets shuffling slowly like shackled prisoners in a line of lament stinging words that can’t be undone lies that can’t be untold trails of betrayals like breadcrumbs only there is no way back give me one more...
Read MoreIt eats its own brain once attached headfirst to a rock where it will spend the rest of its brief life the brain no longer needed since it’s never going to move again I recently settled in Sunset Lodge last stop assisted living...
Read MoreNo clichéd eye of newt for me no toe of frog passé spells expired long ago worthless in today’s wired world no abracadabras with wobbling memories of childhood, hands waving, wanting to believe we could float a quarter in the...
Read MoreDo you remember Pig Latin? Igpay atinlay? What of invisible ink? Passing secret messages across the fourth-grade aisle. Or swearing a blood oath without the blood. friends forever Skinny pony-tailed little things with tennis...
Read MoreThe soldiers are off to war in clean and pressed uniforms and shined boots. They hug, kiss, smile and say: Don’t worry! I look at the soldiers and see youth, valor, confidence, belief that the cause is just, their leaders wise....
Read MoreDark, quiet. I’m always amazed there are parts of the city not jammed with people and cars. I’m anxious to get home. Don’t like traveling late alone. There have been incidents, even rescues by police. Ten thirty, Saturday...
Read Moreis not like the moon. There are no pictures inside, no face with a chewed off ear, crooked mouth biting an apple. It does not float in air, cannot be caught, washed, hung up on a clothesline to dry. But give the shadow a solid...
Read MoreAs I helped my friend unpack wine glasses for her new apartment in the senior living facility, I pondered how much longer my husband, Dick and I, both in our late seventies, have — living in our three-story townhome. When...
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I’ve done this thing more than once, this thing called leaving. I left to chase a dream not knowing where it would lead, But I had to go. This thing called leaving Reminds me of another time, leaving for passion Pulled...
Read MoreThe azaleas are opening like rain against the window. Our brothers and sisters back for another try after a season of divorce and suffering. How can I reach out again to newly green fingerings, colors I have no names for but...
Read MoreA crane lands at the margin of a lake. It is lonely. The wings feel winter heavy, the sun dim as a moon. The water ripples faintly, promising a small movement, rising and falling like breath and breaking the mirror that is its...
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