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Category Archives: Poetry
We knew it could happen—there was no way that messy house of twigs was safe up there in our eaves. The nest blew down, and the doves rebuilt using the sprigs and fluff now on the ground. Restored, they took … Continue reading
I. Pink blossoms in a terra cotta pot, a real pot, red clay, with cracks and sweet crumbles, lovely imperfections holding these beauties. I don’t remember planting them. II. There she was: bright yellow bird, deep black wings sitting in … Continue reading
She’s been saving morphine. “Euthanize,” she says, and stares till I nod yes. She is losing words like blanket and zipper and doesn’t always make sense, but when she calls to ask if I’m coming soon, I know what she … Continue reading
Three days past Christmas, the hospital walls are still decorated with holiday cheer—snowflakes, reindeer, a wreath with a crumpled candy bar wrapper stuffed into the artificial evergreen. Torn magazines, empty cups, and old newspapers litter the tables. The TV is … Continue reading
Last year’s resolutions are in the garage stuffed in a Mason jar. They send their regrets. What’s good for today might not be best in March, say, or August when the hot summer sun is beating down my resolve to … Continue reading
On his birthday I brought him compression socks I hung over the bed rail before sitting in the one chair that didn’t double as a toilet. Flowers were growing in his mouth, seeds from the gift shop, the Get Well … Continue reading