The Unimaginable In July, the metal swing set scorched our skin. Still, we climbed each end to sing the newest…
Photograph, French Village Side by side, two old men in brown jackets, their berets atilt, lounge in the plaza of…
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…