Posts by Sean Glatch
Come Back
in your hospital gown bleached gray as an old dog’s beard, the robe hanging from the anvil of your back, gnarled feet in paper slippers. I’ll float you away on…
Read MoreWhile my Mother Dreams of Judge Judy
I dream, too. In this dream, Judy’s rage ruffles the quiet cut-outs of her collar. Madame! she shouts at the teen mother whose boyfriend’s Pitbull bites. First the boyfriend and…
Read MoreBeach Walk
I watched the surfers this morning. A ballet of arrowheads floated over jade glass, Cormorants as audience dove alongside. They remind me of the Bongo Board, mom balanced barefooted in…
Read MoreFaces
My granddaughter’s eyelashes are arcs of fringe at the edge of her lids as she stares down at a sheet of paper, her right hand, intent on capturing the two…
Read MoreTo Magic
Every mother dreams of the day her daughter gets married. She prays it’s to a man that will love her with all his heart. A man who will take on…
Read MoreBefore a Honolulu Sunset
Every evening, my father strolled along the Ala Wai canal before dinner. Once, during a visit, he leaned over and whispered, I have a surprise. Accompanied by the scent of…
Read MoreStick Figures
12Grandmother. Ten years old and I’m kneeling on the carpet next to her. She smells like flowers with English Garden names: peony, jasmine, narcissus; she smells like black and white…
Read MoreThe Artichoke Women
I love the smell of Artichokes cooking. It’s earth in a boiling pot. It is memories of adults when I wasn’t. It’s the women in my family sitting around a…
Read MoreLeaving Words Behind
It all started with a walk and a dog The dog, Kukui, with his tail that whirls like a helicopter Brisk little legs to lead us down the street his…
Read More10 Things Every Children’s Picture Book Writer Should Know
Picture books—don’t they conjure up happy memories? Maybe you have read them to your kids. Maybe you recall them being read to YOU. Remember having favorites that you wanted to…
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