Monthly Archives: January 2017

In memory, a tiny dancer twirls upon a mirrored surface, to a waltz. Her tutu, hair, and toe shoes are a girl’s first fantasy – the princess/swan exalts what fancy later horse and wedding wins. But first this music box … Continue reading →

I never had a lover die before, but unexpected circumstances struck a former friend with cancer cells, that tore his toe to turn his thread amok. And now I learn my angry ex-spouse died when driving home a Friday month … Continue reading →

Two men who shared my memories are dead. One shuffled off the coil two years back. The other just destroyed himself, I read in missive from his adult son. The fact that cars collided doesn’t change the truth no mourner … Continue reading →

Impatient was the adjective for me before I spoke. And willful was the trait my parents had to deal with. Apathy was never apt to catch and generate my portrait. So it won’t be a surprise to learn I scorned … Continue reading →

This dancer is the opposite of fine. Her seams are obvious, her colors cast at her on some antique production line where scores of storkish ballerinas massed, awaiting magnets and the urge to spin within a mirrored box, untethered, free … Continue reading →

By flinging pennies onto wet concrete, I chanced to make a pavement excellent for city walking, bright beneath the feet, indented where they skidded. All I meant was lighter pockets – useless pennies thrown aside – but what I got … Continue reading →