Hour Seventeen I am convinced flies have genetic memory to the swatter- dashing through the air landing upon naked skin crawling a constant hum of buzzing afflicting my quiet. I pick up the swatter and the nerve-grinding melody ceases. I scan the room and cajole…

Some of the best times Mom and I had as she aged were picking up our weekly groceries curbside and having hamburgers at Burger King. It started during Covid.   She uses a walker to get around now, and getting into and out of the…

He didn’t quite know what to do with himself. They don’t teach disembodiment in school, or church, in University classrooms, or in 12 step meetings. His parents never said a word. At first he didn’t know anything had happened. The truth began to present itself…

How to make a Kaleidoscope Stick pretty paper round a tube Cut out three circles in something clear to use Hot glue one to the bottom space Put the coloured beads in place Hold them down with another disc but not too tight Allowing them…

Hour Seventeen I am convinced flies have genetic memory to the swatter- dashing through the air landing upon naked skin crawling a constant hum of buzzing afflicting my quiet. I pick up the swatter and the nerve-grinding melody ceases. I scan the room and cajole…

….and then she found an old traditional recipe by her foremothers, forwarding it to her future self…   Ingredients   1 cup of inner anguish, neatly chopped. A selection of treasured recollections from happier times. There are several pinches of silent ideas that want to…

Dudes who complain about yardwork Dudes who don’t take out the trash Dudes who leave the spoons on the side of the sink Dudes who leave the drain clogged Dudes who smash mailboxes with bats Dudes who don’t take their medication often Dudes who forget…

In shadows deep, the lone banyan tree shakes its branches A haunting breath whispers secrets deep Amidst the silence of the night, they duet a death dance The owl in the nearby tree traps its prey A ghost of memories silently weep A realm of…

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You told me once that you would never heal me. Had you known it was me, you never would have tried. Wound the eel of the fen, the wolf of the snow-bound trees, Wound the cattle that you need for winter. There comes victory, and…