May 1, 2022
2 min read
Breaking Point
Saturday Poetry Prompt: provoking the theatrical
My day-dream self was a champion water-skier by age ten, horizontal to the water on a razor edge. She held close the fantasy of being a doctor or a writer or a baseball star. Of late, when my brain is unraveling, I see myself in full swing, the bat arcing behind my calves as the tinny, crackling echo of a skyward ball reverberates around a crowd hushed and…
