Our little group glues itself together when we leave the airport terminal. We jostle through a sea of unfamiliar voices and dark-skinned faces. “Miss. Miss.” I stare at the necklace that dangles in front of me, shake my head and smile. “No. No, thank you. No money.” A haze hangs over the hill, and I […]
poetry at work: my workspace
No closet pocketed the clothes back then, so his bed tucked in that space under the ceiling slant where he peeled wall paper during nap time. I imagine cowboy boots kicked careless in the corner, hat hung on peg while Roy Rogers ticked time. Some years later, his mom exchanged the twin for double and […]
five minute friday: up in smoke
Some days it’s a fight to find a pen with ink that flows words fluid in just five minutes. I prefer the gel — black, though back in the day it was a fountain pen with cartridge — blue, that scratched battles across three-holed, loose leafs lined and ringed right tight in burgundy leather — fake, […]
five minute friday: broken
Mama was frantic. She skittered back and forth. I braked hard on the gravel behind the four–maybe five–babies poised at the edge of the drive, little puffs on sticks. I never realized that killdeer look just like shorebirds. Later when I looked them up, I found they are actually a type of plover. I […]
