Sara KandlerFlailingrainbow tendrils flail in the wind catch on the maple tree knobs a gift we brought you back from a day at the beachAug 1Aug 1
Sara KandlerFreeA trip up to the Cape in early July preposterous says Mom August is the time my dear to gaggle on Ballston haggle at the flea market pant…Jul 3, 20232Jul 3, 20232
Sara KandlerStill LifeThe last time I saw you in that wine-colored polo sweatshirt was at the so-called rehab center just before your right leg started to swell…May 8, 20233May 8, 20233
Sara KandlerSpareda jog through amber scented woods brings me back home circle the driveway arms angledApr 3, 20232Apr 3, 20232
Sara KandlerAdmitValet parking, thank God steady now glass doors, sign-in line, Covid check we’re good we’re fineFeb 28, 2023Feb 28, 2023
Sara KandlerStonesI bookend my days with the pop of a tiny white powder sphere toward the back of my throat then a gush of cool water.Feb 4, 20232Feb 4, 20232