Lost (2) I like to spend just a few hours once in awhile not knowing where I am, off the…
Portrait of Emily She sits in the bedroom window like curtains, whitely gazing down at the garden, a row of…
Underground Gardens Legend was, After a quarrel with his father, He left Sicily behind And immigrated to America. That he…
Their fair share We turn at the band stand because you say it’s getting dark. It’s still grey in the…
Graveyard Shift A drought all of April, I’d left the windows open, but overnight, May thunderstorms wettened the toile curtains…
How to Get to the Sky At the head of any trail, I find myself giving in to their call,…
Last night it started raining —After CMarie Fuhrman I paddle my canoe out from the shoreline …
Baby Demerol Gets Set Adrift As I kicked, punched, and swam in amniotic fluid The nurse asked my mother, do…