1 Cracks in the cup crawl through my brain    setting off sparks    electrical overloads    I never can get this glued back together enough    to stop the sparks   2 Cups hold all of the universe    cradled galaxies    moons in orbit bumping the rim    stars spill…

The wine glass rested downside upon a hardback book Overlooked by some but not by me I was not stubbornly knitting Ignoring the world with my head in the sand I was not a coward. While mother kept knitting her stupid blanket I was required…

THE PIANO  . . . MANN-E-QUIN   He’s listening. Hands at his side. The piano plays – for him. Only him.   It’s been over 100 years. He stays and listens. Through storms. And fine weather.   Who knows him? Who will remember? He and…

She took a picture one long forgotten buried under age She took a picture a moss covered walking bridge She took a picture standing in the long green reeds She took a photo capturing her loveliest memory

I. “Remember when…?” Can’t say I do I remember instead the stories you tell. And I’m sure your stories are quite true “Remember when…?” Can’t say I do. I’m full of holes, events slip through But stories sometimes stick quite well. “Remember when…?” Can’t say…

There, right there on the living room floor lays the last of an old growth forest.   Hemlock, military- tight straight grain that never again will smell the rain, the hungry draped mosses, the first sun of summer solstice.   Even horizontal with death, this…