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 scented layers into orange juice
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 scented layers into orange juice
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 a restaurant in Sacramento and
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 Corolla, but for me, it
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 char Move to strike the
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 stallion’s flanks so they’ll both
“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 signed up for zumba. She’s