You were the type of person to wait until I died to give me flowers. You were the type of person to embrace a rotting corpse with more…
Spring’s out and the lake’s so clear
you can see duck feet waddling.
The monarchs arrive late this year to lay their young upon the milkweed. If you had been…
Sunday, Jun. 2 Cinnamon rolls, that’s what I
After rotating for two and a half minutes in the microwave, the hot pad perfumes our kitchen and living room. I scrunch up my nose at the smell…
I. “If you throw another lemon at me, I’m gonna tell Mother!” Jenny half-threatened. For the past 15 minutes, her little brother Sean…
Excuse me, I am
busy accepting my radical
Morning of my surgery,
I wake and remember.
Black coffee, frog call, duck itch, Skowhegan, Maine, summertime.