Senior lecturer at Wellesley College, with two poetry collections,_Baltimore Girls_ (2017) and _The Glamorganshire Bible_ (2018), from Finishing Line Press
They never met, of course, your mother and mine.
[originally published in Hedgerow, # 19]
This is the day we do that summing up.
Annoying, isn’t it, the way
we tally and sort the year’s days
By then the very idea of servants had faded altogether.
We stomped the cardboard shipping boxes that
seemed to arrive almost daily…
I was a junior in high school when my my mother took me downtown to Ford’s Theatre to see “Black Nativity.” I had never heard of…