Tag Archives: Randi Cramer

All of the books are turned to the wrong pages,             the smell of junebugs and cucumbers and rain,                         mom is a rock star and dad is an entrepreneur,                         clipping coupons for celebrities. You’ve wasted years wooing a muse with your … Continue reading →

She turned to me with her moon-round face and said, “I wish more things were like sex – something to be panted about, labored over and given the most delicate of attention,” said all this as if my company wasn’t … Continue reading →

lightning in a hospital window a pink shoe kicked by a wheel growling in a brown doghouse raindrops graze the patient face of an elderly pen chewed by a crossword jaw your words rope choke my anchors and wail over … Continue reading →