Confessing a Reading Interrupted
Ilana’s memoir lies on top of a pile of Family Circle magazines. In all the time we worked together… … I only read half. My un-replied email August crickets
Category: Poem
Vineyard Vines
Poem Tired feet but a full soul Days of working and tomorrow more Sun beating down on their backs Backs shaped into steal and coal Hands grazing along the vines Making sweet juices...
Hematologist Follow-up
The same friendly nurse pricks my finger. Moments after taking my sample, she tells me my white blood cell count is up to 4.0 greater than normal. Then she leads me to an exam...
A Day To Get By
Poem I look about my day today, and everyone seemed so content in their way. I looked deeper to my own surprise and there are was so much of discontent on its way. When...
Heart Of Stone
Poem He was the One, once, she said. Eleven years through good and bad. As a flower, blossoming and fading. Restless was his heart in the heavy day, The girl he died for...
Lights and Raspberries
Poem While I sleep in a world of lights and raspberries you come closer and I write words of heart the lights: blue, then red and yellow kissing continuously play with the weather on...
Back-to-School Blues, part ?
After another night of tossing and turning, I feel a pinching sensation above my eyebrows. A tickle in my throat, as well as a slight queasiness in my stomach, soon follows. The ill-feeling spiked...
