What We Are For
At the Stop and Shop I joke with the girl helping mefind the star anise that it looks like someone left hera chicken bone on the shelf. Oh, isn’t that…
At the Stop and Shop I joke with the girl helping mefind the star anise that it looks like someone left hera chicken bone on the shelf. Oh, isn’t that…
The best writing advice I’ve ever been givenis to avoid poems about motherhood.Too sappy. Too sentimental. I agree.Which is why I only write poems aboutmyself bare chested on a hunt,dragging…
First, I had had a thought so unnervingI went cold all over, in the heat. What if Ilove this man, whom I hardly know,more than I’ve loved any other man,…
Sometimes you just need to hide in your roomand play all your old records backwards.The dissonant note resolves to a mellow tone.The wooden boy resolves to become a real one,but…