Goodbye to you, dear city of mine. But first, let me thank you. Let me acknowledge how much I used to hate you and then, somehow through the years, I fell so deeply in love with you that you became a character in my life.Read More
I long for the day when the
passing through the holes of my heart
and will crochet a thick burlap
for my old age
I think it’s true what they say you never think the last time will be the last time. You think you’ll feel their warmth forever.Read More
Stewie died almost a year ago when he was sixteen. Sadly, his life ended in suffering; he had kidney disease and all of our attempts to care for him, to make him comfortable, failed. He was skin and bones, and dragged himself from room to room. It was past time when my husband took him to the vet to be euthanized.Read More
THINGS I KNOW are things I’ve been told or things I pieced together and repeated out loud enough times that I can no longer discern fact from imagination.
My parents met and married in Hawaii. She wore a baby yellow shift dress, though, I didn’t see it until three decades later so maybe it was just yellowed. Did the sleeves bell? Did the hem curve?
Right now I am thinking about Mary Oliver, our icon of writing, our spiritual guide, our reason to be honest. Life-long friends lived next door to her in Provincetown. Everything you might imagine about her is true. Very quiet. Always looking as if she were thinking about her next poem.
Las Vegas laundromat about two Miles off the strip on Spring Mountain road. Dig through pockets for quarters before throwing the clothes in with the suds. Sneak two PBRs in tinted bags and pull out a card deck. Look around at drab mothers with Nevada skin that sags like a frown.Read More