Category Archives: Poetry

Admittedly my mother’s quick to see the problem with whatever’s in her view. She schooled me from my infancy to be expressly judge and jury. “Loving you, I feel I have the right to let you know the ways you … Continue reading →

There isn’t much to dream about, when young. A baby doesn’t have a point of view with depth perspective, and the infant tongue’s unused to frame. A child has too few thematic memories to build a plot sufficiently complex to … Continue reading →

I told my kids the spice of life is stress, but I don’t think they paid me any mind. They’re mired in a multi-tasking mess and long to leave anxieties behind. And yes unmanaged stress will maim a soul, and … Continue reading →

Three nights ago, as I was sinking in- to shallow sleep, it seemed I hugged a man I almost knew. We kissed and as my skin received his touch, I twined and we began to fit ourselves together, and perforce … Continue reading →

“Don’t read without good light – you’ll wreck your eyes,” my father said to me, when I was 10. And “Stretch before and after exercise,” he must have warned a thousand times back then. I disagreed and disobeyed, and earned … Continue reading →