The azaleas died every winter, and every spring Asha would extract the brittle bushes and plant a new set in the same bed. Her husband,…
I suppose that it seems rather extraordinary that I have spent my entire life surrounded by stories but have never before been tempted to pen…
They pulled Leona away from Ted’s open casket and accused her in loud angry whispers of laughing during her husband’s viewing. Leona’s cardigan was bunched…
children who had eaten breakfast
with their mothers took their
supper with their ancestors.
Atop the flashy designation
is my name in bold
There is no relief, no getting over this heat,
so I settle down and stare into the sky
Disparate fragments flew from their frames
A memory or a moment lost
I took you out to dinner to celebrate
Your upcoming Rehab stay.
I took you out to dinner to comfort
You when you missed the train.
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