Out of Tickets to Ride

out of tickets to ride poem

I squirm at that phantom hand of smoke, a clawed finger beckons toward a carnie operator, keeper of the wheel in plaid knickers, who winks, “you’re next sweetie”. He rolls…

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On the Road

on the road essay

Objects at rest will stay at rest and objects in motion will stay in motion in a straight line unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. My great grandmother Mary…

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To Magic

to 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…

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Stick Figures

stick 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…

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Proof of Life

proof of life

There is a tiny person under my roof this morning.  She arrived two days ago, and I fussed and worried and sterilized and kept the appropriate social distance, until finally…

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