With her hands, Clay transforms from mud to majesty; Bowls, planters, and pitchers Emerge from the chrysalis Of gray slabs. With her touch, Colorless viscosity rages into vibrant hues Cobalt blue and napthol crimson; She casts her spell As earth, fire, water, and air Bubble…

I haven’t been to the beach in a very long time. My mother says the waves make her nauseous- sorry, nauseated (My mother’s an English major). Last week, I went to the beach. I hated the sand. I hated the sun (sunscreen every 15 minutes…

I am at a house party It is in a suburb I’ve not been before; it is open And I’m pretty sure everyone who lives there is rich I smoke a cigarette that I have lit with a lighter bummed from a punk girl with…

Patiently we wait and watch you Jan, as you step over your papers and books, piled neatly until they fall over. We are by the windows where you promised hours of meditation, windows opened after new summer rain has made way for sunshine. Candles with…

I’m comfortable. In my bed. Gah. I’ve seen this Mickey Mouse cartoon so many times- I know each line word for word. The three year old is jumping… ON MY BED… and I’ve given him the look 75 billion and a half times. He is…

It takes a certain amount of selfishness to be a writer. Like your teenage granddaughter, you have to ignore everyone around you, lock yourself in your room, refuse to speak, eyes on screen, fingers tapping furiously Like your cat, you can’t be bothered by someone…

BREAK FOR A TEACHER Summer day. The gray goes away. Drifting Slowly, Gently Away. Sweet birds are singing. Church bells are ringing. Singing symphonic songs of love. Wonderful, Glorious Day!  

I am face to face With myself Reflections of my story Is now known To me Whatever I wished Is with me Here everything Is secret Yet known Feeling these noises Pulsations in my heart I gave parted With myself In thoughts And in dreams…

The underbrush and tree leaves are sprinkled With dew. The golden rays of summer Make dewdrops glitter Akin to a third-grader’s Paper project. No birds warble this morning. For a stranger stalk the woods. His paws are covered with a strange skin And he walks…

Eleven years, a swimming pool and memories Worry, peace and later loss You feared the heat would do me in When hours later, a heart attack claimed you In years since, the pool and memories Pay homage annually to let you know I’m still okay…