Start of Something Big
I spent my life married to an assortment of alcoholics, musicians and mental patients who made interesting, but unreliable mates. Clearly, I wasn’t getting younger and like the Fifth Element in the science fiction movie of the same name, I was great at rescuing people but lousy when it came to love. What else could […]
Honey Cake
Before she died, she wore an orange ruffle to her 100th birthday party, now photographs on the walls, earth-tone paintings, the same shade as a coverlet thrown across her queen-sized bed where I watch cooking programs until I fall asleep, holed up in her town-house near the Catalina Mountains, two suitcases and a computer, an […]
The Bottom Line
I will miss you the most in the evening after the dishes are put away and I’ve retired to the bedroom knowing there’s nothing on TV to hold my interest, pull back the sheets and expect you to enter the room holding a glass of something cold, jiggling ice cubes until you set them down […]
Heart Poacher
I’ll tell you the story of the heart poacher, a man with a hunger for hearts. how he rides all day in a wagon looking for one that’s ripe, and when he picks it, he also washes it, a sly, bandit raccoon who takes his kill to the river. Everyone knows the heart poacher. how he does his […]
A&E and the Story of Retirement
We all know the story: Eve plucks the apple from the Tree and God shows her and hubby Adam where to find the time clock. Of course, every tradition has a twist to the story, but it all leads back to the same talking point. So my question is—do I expect to be lounging around […]
Changelings in a World of Broken
Beneath a drone of airplanes, I hear the chant of clouds drift across the top of apartment buildings singing songs to glass skylights and satellite dishes; crows gathering on telephone wires. Many years before this time, I was a girl handing out leaflets, fingers greasy from mimeo machines in every storefront where changelings of my […]
Heart Broken
no daily warbles bringing each other up-to-date, take-offs and landings, welcome homes and toes curled around each other in bed, retreat inside my nest, gather up frayed feathers like a scarf for a long winter I wanted to forget.
Robin Williams Plays a Homeless Man
what a Chabad past telephone poles to the top of the World Trade Tower brought me back down to earth thinking it wasn’t me who blew out the candles
Paschal Lamb
and maybe it will be a promised land when values can run wild
and trump the Trumps everywhere
The Sprite of Latham Fountain
The cry of Canadian Geese stirs leaves. She climbs a tea tree, hides her clothing behind a rock. Her naked thighs shimmy along each knot of bark.