Darling   We have given ourselves far too many reasons to stay whole when really it is perfectly reasonable to Crash and fall apart and maybe even lose some of pieces in the process.   Sometimes growth isn’t about Flourishing with what we had To…

(for hour 23—a “hearing” prompt from hour 16…coz cheese is good, but I wasn’t feeling it)   What Are the Chances?   Amid a crowded amphitheater I become the only attendee The only fan For I close my eyes to the swell of the synthesizer…

Blessings for these things: the prayers you prayed for me, the Mad Magazines you bought us, the freedom to explore anywhere, the macaroni and cheese, please, that had a pound of cheese any kind a stick of butter 2 cups of bread crumbs 4 cups…

The missing glasses case,   The misplaced key.   The quarter just in hand, It disappeared at one, then two, then three.   The new coffee cup sprung off the shelf and smashed, A birthday gift, suddenly found in a buried stash.   The menacing troll,…

Blinding sandy dunes A green rattlesnake hisses Aging lion yawns

I thought I might drop in for a bite. A frog or two have you here, my dear? SSSSurely, ssssomething to eat amid these rocks and boxessss! I taste it in the air, but where? May I play with your hair? Let’s just slither over…

I Born in my parents’ hometown. April is the month of bluebonnets.Many pictures of Mom in bluebonnet fields, None of me. My Mamaw lived there, and she loved me. II We were poor. We moved a lot, but it wasn’t hard. We spent most weekends…

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

A Baltimore row-house Over a hundred years old Views of my favorite park A place to read A place to write A cute apartment, my first without roommates One bedroom One bath Hardwood floors built-in bookshelves, and a Tiny kitchen with a tiny stove and…

Warm glowing crackles from the stone hearth as the circle begins to grow. Murmuring voices gather into lilting laughter and stories of growing old. The davenport is getting seedy from generations of hands and bodies. Oils that have left behind their traces; ghosts of friends…