A stranger stands ahead of me in line at the Post Office in a dusty black hat grey gauze hanging below its rim. Her neck, also dusty, is bent, the vertebrae like tiny peaks. An old black jacket hangs from her shoulders. As she stands in line, she tugs at the jacket to straighten it.… Read More GYPSY
Abuse is subtle
Nothing friends see… Read More 32B
They come with guns.… Read More TERROR
When I think of the farm it’s the stone bridge and countryroad curving by the low barn. It’s Tony’s tomatoes, white peacocks. When I think of the farm, I see pinetrees, green pastures, the bramble roses by the creeksheep standing in the field. When I think of the farmI watch women spinning woolthe whir of… Read More FOXCROSS FARM
Like me. That’s the drug – a draft of this nectar can own me into the next life for an accolade you barely recall. Like me. Quiet my fears with the smile and nod I awaited endlessly at war zone dinner tables, parentless performances and lonely surgeries. Like me and it’s ok not to have… Read More LIKE ME
Father would quiz me at the dinner table on my academic failings. “What’s the capital of Wisconsin?” he’d inquire as I mixed peas into my mashed potatoes. “Where’s Patagonia?” he’d demand as I twirled spaghetti onto my fork. “Spell squirrel.” he’d order as I lifted a forkful of pot roast to my lips. My mind… Read More SPELLING LESSONS
A WELL TRAVELED HEART 