Category Archives: Uncategorized

It’s my month, I think, every timeI abbreviate it—not the one of my birth, but my name, the Roman god of doorways,beginnings, sunrises and sunsets. One letter difference between his nameand mine to indicate entrance and, yes, transitions, him with … Continue reading →

I have thought for weeksthat now’s the time— on these gray, cold dayswith the narcissus shooting their merry paperwhites skyward,even the odd hollyhock clinging to an unseasonably tall stalk—that I must take up the clippers and head to the back … Continue reading →

I used to wish that I’d ridden morethan bikes as a kid, or perhaps pedaled my pink two-wheeler across the roadto the stables butting up to the state park, and plunked down the dollar-fifty to ride.I’d have needed lessons, tippy-over … Continue reading →

for Marilyn On the brink, over the edge,between breaths, heartbeats, tears, underneath the weight of it all,without what is needed, wanted, you find yourself going round,not necessarily in confusion, but moving toward an unnameablesomething, though you may not be able … Continue reading →

each of you has written upon my body the story of moments shared, in tenderness,in urgency, tracing lines across my skin,dropped kisses here and there and there— so long ago that my memory cannot easilysummon it—but love stored in too-soon-to-melt … Continue reading →

Today I’m featuring a special guest poet who found this poem coming to her in much the same way that they show up for me. Bravo, Ma! ••• “Propitious,” a wordseldom used these days,or, perhaps,any days,popped up inconversation, and,prompted the … Continue reading →

I just burst out laughingat myself when texts blastthe camera-that-makes-phone- calls out of its inert state,forcing my aging brain to puzzleout current-day acronyms. The one that read TIA startledme into a fast response:Did you have a stroke? to which the … Continue reading →

(for the late, great Brian Hamlin, who bestowed the nickname,and for Linda, Jim and others who remember it) I might be the only woman in the worldwho loves her hair just as it (mostly) is,originally showing up curly and blonde,grownups … Continue reading →

It’s in freeping neon, my friend,and if that’s not a literal sign,I don’t know what is. I don’t care how old you are,how odd looking or soundingyou think you are: Someone you don’t yet knowis gonna love schlubby old youbecause—and … Continue reading →

You had to be careful when Grandmacame at you for a hug. She was whatwe called an enthusiastic hugger,which was lovely in its way, but, depending on her choice of jewelrythat day, you could end up with animprint in your … Continue reading →