Poem for My Birthday
I light the candle from my daughter, a fish swimming with fins fluttering as though light were a current. Her father he used to make his own candlespoured… Read More »Poem for My Birthday
I light the candle from my daughter, a fish swimming with fins fluttering as though light were a current. Her father he used to make his own candlespoured… Read More »Poem for My Birthday
I called her the Lexus Lady; she’d moved in next door. with her two girls and a young boy. I understood that dad worked at… Read More »The Lexus Lady
1.I’ve owned four vehicles at different times of my life, all trusted companions on the road. The first was a cough syrup green 1971 Toyota… Read More »Inanimation
I move to strike the last wordbut the bugs might eat us Move to strike the last wordin a glass of memory, the color of… Read More »I Move to Strike the Last Word
Here’s where stunt Guinivere jumps on her white steed, circles around the bandstand several times before digging with her heels into the sides of the… Read More »Lakeside Bandstand
“We could be twins,” she said. Twins because we wore the same black and pink outfits. I was older and thirty pounds heavier, which is why I’d… Read More »Zumba Twins
I’ve never seen a picture of Bob Dylanlooking like a baby girl but who knows one day the photo may pop up someone swearing on social… Read More »Bob Dylan in Christmas Photos