Category Archives: Poetry

The email wasn’t long – in seven lines I learned my ex had died four days ago. I read the note at lunch’s end – then wine was insufficient, and I made them go for Cherry Heering – vile fruity … Continue reading →

Her lover has affectionate intent, or so his playful attitude implies. But he won’t freely pay a compliment, or give a little gift that gratifies, or open doors for her, or take her arm, for he neglects the nice necessities … Continue reading →

“No wife of mine will have to work” she said he said, near half a century ago. And though she held career ideas in head and heart, she liked to feel her belly grow, and after giving birth she fell … Continue reading →

As if there were a plot against my peace, there’s always something irritating me. My neck is stiff, my barnacles increase (for so I term arthritic bumps). The tree outside my door drops leaves, and tiny seeds as hard as … Continue reading →

“Just wait until you’re grown – you’ll change your mind. You’ll value driving and you’ll like to shop.” My mother didn’t get me, and resigned herself to waiting for my weird to stop. But I was self-aware when I was … Continue reading →