Alone on a breathless roadthe dry ground opened an enormous mouthand he begs for waterhere a…
A light coming from under the door — blue splash, staccato flicker, the muffled insistence of caged voices; a low…
A poem for unread books
Spines in lines,And pages still,Their promise unfulfilled.
I’ve been thinking for months about what to do for my husband for our one year anniversary. I think…
I drive around the streets, taking in the younger kids. Maya is in daycare; she’s been there ever since my ex-husband Don…