Flyover Country In Indiana I would stare at the birthing of contrails by jets heading west filled with…
Tomatoes She stopped at the tomato vines as if to hug them, as if to grow on a vine like…
Winter Birth Fluffed hens cluck but black and black in the bitter night in the brooder house they cannot see…
Eventuality At some point after my father died my mother said: Life’s no fun anymore. I don’t know what she…
Hello, I Love You When I want to power up, I use my witchy voice and say, All hail, Macbeth,…
Compassion Colors I figured this morning’s work would be blues writing. My friend’s son died the other night according to…
Today Would Have Been Our 50th Anniversary A mixed marriage. Clergy shuns us. The judge shushes us. I sentence you…
No Reason This morning for no reason at all joy wells up inside me, joy beams from my eyes and…
Mother Worship 1. We’ve come too far to turn back now. The blue camas shimmering like a pluvial lake. We…