Category Archives: Poetry

The town of Gerlach, Bruno-owned and run, is like the capital of no man’s land, abutting playa in the heavy sun and gleaning Empire’s gypsum from the sand. To Gerlach we retired for a rest from camping – me to … Continue reading →

I rarely meet a man who interests me. I mean no blame or insult stating so. I’m mostly rapt in my identity and have too little stamina to know another person – I’ve too much to do. But every quarter … Continue reading →

The kids are launched – my hardest job is done. Each married carefully and reproduced. They work careers they like – they’re having fun – the presents of the present have them juiced about the future. I can’t ask for … Continue reading →

When I was 34 and she was 8, my daughter hit me with a verbal bomb. In measured tones, with zero wrath or hate, she said she wanted Julie for her mom. We’d left her dad but he lived close. … Continue reading →

My husband’s mom was into holidays, so styrofoam and spray paint were her scene. She made a deal of Christmas, but her ways were most remarkable at Halloween. She formulated rules. She filigreed, festooned and to our arguments was deaf. … Continue reading →