MiddleEven though her choice of instrument was the flute, she’s settled for her parent's decision so she can calm their tension and move on. Not…Mar 22Mar 22
DreamdragWhen I dream of him, my hands clasp to the edge of sleep, not wanting to let go.Mar 19Mar 19
Summer SleepoverWe take turns tickling. Her skin is pale and soft like butter but with crumbs of stubble on top. My mom doesn’t allow me to shave above my…Mar 16Mar 16
Memories From A 70’s ChildhoodMy mother is amazed at how I can collect photos of memories in my mind and mentally lay them out in order. Most times I get it right, but…Mar 15Mar 15
Today Grandma slams the front door and bobbles down the sidewalk to the bus stop in a huff.It all began because Grandma took me on her lap for a story but first begins hugging the life out of me. I point at her face and burst out…May 14, 2023May 14, 2023
There is a corner booth where I write poems all day.Some days the words need an enema of strong coffee and even then slow drip is best. Today I am afraid I could explode and everyone would…Mar 8, 2021Mar 8, 2021
Cruising altitude.It began as a silent challenge. Who would move first and break contact but neither of us would budge. You are competitive and I silently…Mar 24, 2020Mar 24, 2020
