Category Archives: Poetry

Adrift I am, and starting to float free of old relationships I wouldn’t rock. I wallow from the harbor clumsily but as the distance grows between the dock and me, I find a purchase for my keel. I stretch within … Continue reading →

At the risk of repeating myself, I like living alone. As an only daughter I was the one in my family who had a single room. I spent so much time there, both parents tried to nag or shame me … Continue reading →

      Everyone I know is heroic. But we’ve all been placed in a mostly non-catastrophic scene; we lack crises in which we can work and shine. Look how well people, most people, step up when the chips are far down. … Continue reading →

This one is dedicated to those women who have tried marriage and not flourished in it, and who are not dead yet but are resistant to going there again. I can’t stay long – I’ll simply take a kiss if … Continue reading →

Our passages are similar to waves: insistent flow as seldom marking quirks as calibrated clouds. Each class behaves in pulses – curving average made of jerks – except a freak of custom may be seen, occasional and rational and rare, … Continue reading →

Charles once conjectured that I’m the only person he knows who had a happy enough childhood that I can afford to remember how unhappy it was. As often as we walked when we were young, one would have thought us … Continue reading →