Hard to believe
they’re closing the doors again
the whole right to life thing.
No man knows how to create a home
from dreams, prayers, yearning
the magic stuff of umbilical fluid
not the drip drip drip
for nine months and then that’s it.
Turn off a faucet and call it a wrap.
Voices claim, but it’s not like that.
When a woman must grow a child
from an empty straw of sorrow.
Holding on to the Fringes of Love
Review of my poetry collection “Two Places”
Children’s book for middle-grade readers, ages 9-12, an urban environmental fantasy set at the edge of a condo development where we meet 10-year-old Leah who has been labeled as the school weirdo. Why? Because she talks to something that’s hidden inside her backpack. Purchase on Amazon. Entertaining for parents as well! If you love the book, please write a quick review. Thanks!