I’m off on another hunt that takes me under the couch cushion, inside a chartreuse kitchen cupboard, under the gray Formica table, behind the toaster, on top of my parents’ dresser, and finally into the oven. I stare at the package tied up with string, and the fun fades. I so don’t want a […]
One Word Less For Lent 2015 – 20
L.L. Barkat is good at dealing dares. Last night it was to use two key phrases in a single post. I think she mentioned something about cookies. I may have even heard the word, “chocolate.” But as an “official” mischievous barista for Tweetspeak Poetry, how could I ignore her–even for just a cup […]
One bloom in my mom memory bouquet
They were probably separate Christmases, but they’re tied together to make one bloom in my mom memory bouquet… We still live in the little four-room house. I’m off on another hunt that takes me under the couch cushion, inside a chartreuse kitchen cupboard door, under the gray formica table, behind the toaster, on top of my parents’ dresser, and […]
