Where the People are Bold
I don’t like to live where the roads turn to ice, but I do like to live where the people are wise enough to drive a bit slower. I don’t like to live where the air is so cold, but … Continued
I don’t like to live where the roads turn to ice, but I do like to live where the people are wise enough to drive a bit slower. I don’t like to live where the air is so cold, but … Continued
I couldn’t stand it anymore– all the toys out on the floor, and yet, although the toys looked fun, they were not used by anyone, except, sometimes, to hurt our feet, or keep our house from looking neat. “One-at-a-time, not … Continued
This is for my birthday– a moment of quiet to write poetry. Not silent, as I can still hear the whisper of warm air from the register, the chatter of my daughter, the clank of the dishwasher, the steps of … Continued
We are breathing with two nostrils now. That is my new way of saying “We are cooking with gas now!” And we are. Four burners and a griddle, a broiler and an oven, but no vent hood for the days … Continued
What is a resolution without resolve? About the same as a resolution with resolve. Resolve to be a better person. Come on, just try it.
She sat there, eating an entire pomegranate (except for the pith and those few brown and cloudy seeds of course), chewing each morsel enough for the juice to splatter against her cheek, but not so much that she crushed the … Continued
I’m searching for something stimulating that will not wear me out, for something I can smell through all the snot in my snout, a way to escape the cold (both the sickness and the weather), and, in a thought, (cough,) … Continued
When all of your thoughts turn to coughing and snot and come flying out of your face, they’re no longer profound but they sure get around. You wish it were poems in their place.
After all the cleaning, painting, fixing, sorting, moving beds, the best part of your own space is to share it with your friends.