He could have served her tea before the conversation swerved to seeing her at the station with Jack who she dated back before they met. “Will you leave me for Jack?” She left upset, He remained, gazing at the leaves in her cup.

I wait as l have every year, candle lit, Jessie’s girl on repeat a bottle of JACKS on the kitchen counter and an empty chair with your name on it, an old fashioned roast in the oven, the table is set for two, yet l…

She sets your table, plops dinner down, and you eat. No lust for the chore, no love for it any more, she washes dishes. She serves you, like a debt, a duty, or a dog—for exchange. Me, I’m dessert. I undress your mind, place desire…

At a table for two At the far end of the bar I sit alone, Thinking of you. At a table for two I drink my scotch neat And think Of what I would say. At a table for two It doesn’t seem fair To…

Goodnight my darling angel, sleep tight until morning comes.   Dance with stars, on a rocketship, ride a moonbeam, slumber, snooze, doze.   I know, he’s not really sleeping, but to face reality is beyond my capability.   For now, let me keep my dillusion,…

My yellow squash died. Three of them I drenched until the cool of spring rotted their roots. I watered and they did not grow, and so, I watered more and more, for hours at a time each and every morn. Behind them, the zucchini went….

and proverb too, its walls unblemished by strikes that snuff the brightest stars. Pick one, toss it to the grieving. Study their faces for gratitude. Now picture this: You cradle your breathless child, kiss his face, surrender her to men in masks and gowns. Imagine…

My husband must be king! And therein, I, his queen Shall rule with an iron fist When he is gone. When his codfish belly, Bloated of ale and hemlock Festers with worms in the peat, I shall rule all. And none shall know the blood…

Aodh, Fionnuala, Fiachra and Conn, the children of the king, are turned into swans by their evil stepmother Aoife and are doomed to live as such for 900 years. They have not lost their children’s voices, however, and are able to sing beautiful songs. They…

    She was thirteen, I was six We’d gotten her through an infection Still the days of putting your dog out the front door To patrol the streets nightly She’d jump the fence anyway Still the days of no vets Unless the beast somehow…