Shopping with my mother I’m fifty going on nine in the produce section the green disarray of lettuces flamboyant peppers add some flair as if…
Tag: life
There was a time when I was in Advanced Science, you wouldn’t believe it now, I know. Science class with Simone Hobbs, her white face…
I find in the middle drawer of an antique chest an envelope of postage stamps that my mother forgot she had The pink rose ones…
So I recently asked Aunt Agnes to share one of her favorite Thanksgiving recipes, and here is what she said: “Get yourself some Velveeta, some…
I was always a baseball fan, ever since my granddad signed me out of school one day to watch the Baltimore Orioles in the 1973…
My mind drifts from the still life in landscape painted in oil breaking up the melancholy of cursed rooms to the center of the hospital…
Let’s set the latitude to swelter I’ve never been your frozen angel I’ll caress the Rose of Sharon, white faced and rosy-cheeked with its leaves…
Adrift in the hallways Piano Sonata in B wafts along sterile corridors arranges itself into the crevices of hearts then across the park drifting through…
I’m outside the automated door, arms filled to the brims, time nipping at my heels. Mary June sees me as she often does, rides up…
I drew him as he stood in the morning light on a stairway to statues crafted from the veins of David. Now I must go…