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PoetryCOUNTRY LIFE
Buying this ample ranch house in the country, I dreamed I could rescue you, my husband, from the nursing home where I couldn’t visit…
PoetryCity of peace
I am a cupbearer, offering my better half her morning mug of coffee. She asks, Why is your face sad today? I cannot take all…
PoetryAccept no substitute
Stuart died. It happened at our book club. Vinyl Café had been off the air for a few years but seemed like a fresh…
PoetryParking Space
I prefer to wander, not stay confined when science says it’s OK to venture. But then I stumble finding a man, half-dead, ensconced in…
PoetryThe Duck Had Me
A five year old stuck in no-child's land between The hospital and the duck. The hospital had my mother, The duck had me. Once…
PoetryWho Will Find Us?
I want a larger territory than a screen and two fingers allow. Give me maps impossible to fold back correctly. It would not frustrate…
Poetryaverse
. more than ever i need an enema or an island of my own the general public can no longer determine squirm from quake…
PoetryThe body of Christ
Holy man, with a common farmer tan, I watch your metamorphosis into god. An exhibitionistic affair I am your favorite voyeur. Eyeball plastered to…
PoetryThree Doors
Fragrant grasses that covered me. Packed earth by fire, tending. Slow walk with an aging dog, morning or twilight, it is the same. Open…
FictionA Difficult Character
We used to cut through, hop fences, slide sideways through hedges, making the distance between our houses a two minute steeplechase. Ours was a…
PoetryWHERE THERE’S VANITY, THERE’S HOPE
I won’t wear the KN95 knock-offs I ordered from Amazon, the horizontal seam like a duck’s bill. Imagine the waitress, straight-faced, asking, “want quackers…