StoryMusings
Letter to the Children I Didn’t Have
Dear Kids, I was 14. Bored in biology class, I started making lists of the names of my children. Just like the book I’d been reading,...
Laundry Day
yet another daywastedbest intentionsslipped out through the endsof my fingersthe floor is cleanand the clothes put awaybut thoughts...
my ghosts
my ghosts are tissuesand slips of papertucked into bookshalf-readundigestedlike a mealI was too fullto finishThe morselsrotting, dustyon...
A constant rebellion against stillness
Rain fallson a Sunday afternoonin springCars splash puddlesplaying like childrenin rubber bootsThe rat-a-tatdroplets on myskylight cause...
You Learn Something New
Put pen to paperLean in for a kissStrike egg against countertopYou learn something new Train rolls down trackStep on a crackStumble in a...
Armistice
Slowly, slowlymy days are movingtoward whatI want them to besoon, that tablewhich causes megriefbecause it reminds me of my...