In the excavation of a closet packed with my siblings’ left-behind belongings I found a floppy disk carefully labeled in my sister’s middle school hand (bubble letters were all the rage) which read: PRIVATE: do not read!!! Perhaps if I was the kind of sister…

weary soul in the time of pandemic clashing conflicts in the reaching grounds vulnerabilities in the risk for contamination corona-virus of the haven ward quarantine   the spirit moved in the heavenward seen much have been said in the news dailies moving much the psyche…

It has not passed yet, The time is still running, We must hurry, Else, we won’t have time…

Remember the days when people used the payphone, People used to insert money and actually pay attention to you. Now we facetime, hangout virtually, Share pictures but never make memories. Call people but when we hang up we regret the time spent, Remember the days…

The Wave   Since Mommy and Mamaw quit talking, Mamaw stands on her porch and drinks her coffee when night twinkles into day, after stars have fallen into the clouds. Daddy and I drive by on our way to work, our red car flashing past,…

CD you see it screams, why me? soon to be defunct, like analog TV maybe soon, repurposed as furniture, refurbished something shiny, maybe jewelry is what may become of me you see, my older cousin vinyl is resurrecting, no longer idle because of new technology diamond…

A MONUMENT TO EPHEMERAL FACTS   My father gave me a beautiful poster print from his tool and dye shop at Xerox when I was a senior in high school picturing colorful hardcover books stacked in a pyramid and beneath this obelisk an epitaph: “A…

the passion of human spirit desirous in every engagement manifesting in every action with its given reaction   covering anew in the help of anther renewing the life coverage clarity of known encounters innermost corners of human philosophy   sharing in the life stories togetherness…

Don’t let her speak to you that way In what I thought was profound and sound advice to one so much younger than myself   But I confused her all the more   I don’t know what it means She said to me, hesitating,  hoping…

I am not truly aware as he covers me with sand. I am just a body. I remotely see. I don’t feel. Grains slip, a fine miat flowing softly. Some on what was my eye. Some on the material wrapped tight. But he does only…