It’s Time The plastic dollar store basket I keep my underwear in is overflowing, overstuffed with various sets of six styles of underwear purchased to support my wavering waist, period-puffed and peri-menopausal. The Hanes in bright hues, polka-dotted and pretty lose the elasticity and bottom-sag by 4pm. The costco brand earth tones are too big,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 27
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POEM A DAY – April 26
THANK YOU! THANK YOU to everyone who's pre-ordered a copy of We The Mourners! Yahoo! I'm working hard on marketing and launch details...and a small tour! More to come! Ella’s Dresser Ella lived with her mother, father and brotheracross the street from my Nonniher brother was younger by yearsa toddler speaking only in hungarianher father… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 26
POEM A DAY – April 24
I love me an ode! Ode to Spatula I love how you don’t meltin atrocious heatflat-bed functionslide over & flip fancy I love how you let melove tap pancake topsomelet foldsbuttered bread I love how you reachmake changemove nourishmentprotect it from burning I will never use you asa weaponthat was a different youin a different… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 24
