I can hear her footsteps moving across the floor she is opening the curtains of the day up before the rest of the house preparing and all over the world women rise turn from night’s embrace sit, stand each a … Continue reading
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Into Thin Air It has been a week since you’re gone. No bark, wag, smile, lean Just a whine – mine, as I wander these rooms. I long for your lengthening shadow beside the Weigela bush, guarding your kingdom your … Continue reading
I dreamt about you again last night you were not tinted in burnt sienna, flecked with snow not dead, amid the garbage by the side of the road not heavy, as when I lifted you up by your legs carried … Continue reading
the sad sight of you jarred me from my routine long black legs easing up into auburn haunches wispy ginger tail swaying lazily a painter’s sable brush dipped in titanium white trotting along the curved roadside between the projects railroad … Continue reading
I am lying on my back in a 4-foot snowdrift along the slope of a Berrien county ravine walnut trees tower over me, as armfuls of snowflakes fall tossed by the white sky, now, pin-cushioned by sleek, dark branches my … Continue reading
my father broke his ankle tobogganing in college flying down a snow-packed hill with my mother in front of him neglecting her job for one short bump dropping his foot as frost glazed her eyelashes no wonder my mother always … Continue reading
alright, let me try to explain about ironing cotton sheets they start out crumpled like a wad of paper mistakes so some of us women set up an ironing board and begin a task we would not allow you to … Continue reading
the laughter from the balcony carried the shimmer of a sunset fell like silver coins legal, tender came singing down ringing with each bounce on the dark macadam up over the ledge popped one smiling face then two a Punch … Continue reading
My palms are still fluttering with the wings of the monarchs, burnt orange against the slate grey of lake and sky. Little grains of sand are falling from them as they warm to the winding path of our morning walk. … Continue reading
Ambiguity So, why did you go to India? To help, to shop or for faith? To see where I was born. And did you visit the ancient temples? Yes, and the mosques and the missionary churches. And … Continue reading