Poetry

Serenade to Spring

Yellow daffodils and lower gas bills, Baby squirrels and giggling girls, Half-bloomed roses and sun-kissed noses, Tender pale green lettuce, Purple clematis on a…

Running

She sets out at dusk Driving back to a past she’s spent years running from Mile markers sneak up as memories flood in Easier…

Parent Weekend

“Been to Nashville, going back” is what I told the man in the antique mall where we stopped to stretch our legs and slim…

Merry Christmas

May the snow be white and The sky be blue, For even though I am far away, In dreams I’ll be home on Christmas…

Sunday Breakfast

In a corner booth, we sit side by side, thighs touching, both glancing nervously toward a manic buzzing trapped between the seat and window,…