In Our Living Room He dared not touch me where the dragons curled their woven tails of sapphire and flame…
Fixing the Dryer --Jack Lowery (1929-2006) Those days, the scene looked like disaster: you bent over the dryer’s gut-spilled bolts,…
High in the Air Last night on the news, I watched a building collapse, twelve condominium floors only blocks away from where I grew…
Poker Night, 1962 I took Marla home from the dance at the high school and found a note saying my…
In My Imagination --A Golden Shovel from Sandra Alcosser’s SWEAT: Men with nibblers and tin snips buffing skins,…
Scraps Bits of paper go yellow, stain, still like a white-whiskered dog snoring. Few worth keeping. In spring cleaning or…
My Love for You Flows Like the Wild Waters Of Ghost Creek Before it Dives Below the Neighbors’ Plum Tree…