PLAYGROUND IN WINTER BY KATHIE GIORGIO
Deep in the winter, Spring rides the glider on the abandoned swingset.
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Deep in the winter, Spring rides the glider on the abandoned swingset.
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Read MoreFive days after a mob storms the Capitol Building wielding Confederate flags, hate banners, weapons and slurs and profanity, cheers that bring chills to the bone, my daughter’s boyfriend invites her to a gun show. A couple hours...
Read MorePretty is as pretty does If that’s so, I’m surely hideous. My nature as a babe in water is entirely predaceous. My appetite’s immense and my jaws are fabulous. I need to gobble minnows, and add them to my substance! Ugly when...
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My mother-in-law, Jane, was known for her pithy comments, particularly about others. Watching a heavy set lady in tight slacks from the rear, Jane would often remark, “Looks like two pigs fighting in a burlap sack.” A lady...
Read MoreCrunch of tires on gravel My sister and I lock eyes Silently run and hide In the darkest closet corner Jingle of keys, click of the door Tripping and grumbling Too loudly a warning and a lie The kids are playing quietly in their...
Read MoreWaiting is the iron stop. The dull thud against rotted boards. Waiting is the unimaginable that will not leave the mind. The impossible to survive that will not stop. Waiting is the steel vise of time lined in barbed wire. Rev....
Read MoreI made three meals a day And walked the dog twice a day Sometimes on the path behind The shed, where the pile of old Christmas trees live. How funny they look now, With their branches held out Waiting for someone to notice The...
Read MoreListening to your voice message I wonder what happened to the old dial-up phone we used to have with its holes big enough to stick a pen through if you are a child wondering how things work or, if you are an adult wondering why...
Read MoreThe hiss and steady, low thumping of machines assaulted the hallway air. White uniformed men and women, occasionally one in a black smock and pants, cruised throughout. What type of shoes do they wear? They make no noise except...
Read Morepinned into place on museum specimen boards stuffed into drawers with Brooklyn neighbors a plethora of insects found in the city signaling each other like lightning bugs not close enough for conversation touch my son’s...
Read Morethrough uptown manhattan to a suicide center resembling a vaccination drive through roads buckling with cars crammed with people not wanting to suffer our over-heated collapse I tell him I can go no further there are...
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