Just For A Moment

Just for a moment Or an afternoon I’d like to be ten again To be sitting in My grandmother’s kitchen Feeling uneasy With the immense serenity Of her place Hearing her tell me I’m a good girl I’m good I’m beautiful I’d believe her If I could I wouldn’t think She’s just saying that Because she’s my grandmother And she’s afraid for me I’d let it come...read more

I Don’t Know What To Call You

I am the shadowy figure in dreams of people who have seen me drive by or spoken to me in the grocery store and I seem to say something quite directly to someone and it just slips right past their awake mind and into their dreaming mind unnoticed, undetected or ignored, maybe unwanted. And I wonder if I’m alive and I can almost feel a hint of fear and sadness that I am not more fully here but it seems as...read more

The Art Teacher

read more

The Ball Player

read more

Partly Cloudy

More rain on the way And I can’t feel anything but grateful for it Because of three years of drought Of being careful and not wasting Which of course meant no running through the sprinkler For the kids and no water balloon tosses Alex came home In the middle of the day And we sat together knee to knee Leaning in And came to understand some things And those were things such as There are no guarantees and...read more