Last night we tucked in to crow-black clouds as winter wept a final, failed snow Zeus aimed bright spears of fire at our trumpeting daffodils they sounded on through thunder heads raised toward the searing heavens a call and response … Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
The I fill my pockets with sugary apples begin the walk down dim roads that lead me to night’s pasture stars sing questions above grass-scented fields fireflies blink answers the dark horse of sleep grazes in the distance unmoved by … Continue reading
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
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 birds are quite confused this year. In one day the weather betrays several seasons in one hour, the day itself. The fragile flocks head one direction then another circling, in feathered squalls turning, to follow their tails wing tips … 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