Circa 2007; poem is Emily Dickenson’s If You Were Coming in the Fall
June 2023
you curl up like a question mark when you are upset you lean against the pillows and sometimes…
She glides into the room to the beat of the music playing on her phone, singing into the broom handle as she sweeps. The years are starting…
I can see the little boy in you. He is playful, and boisterous, and so easily amused. He peeks through shyly when you make that sad face you do, and…
Summer 2012