A Quarry
I dreamt I was a little girl reaching tall on tippy toes as my button nose peered over stony wall to see a quarry on the other side . In…
Month: April 2021
A Poem about a Helpful Emotion
I felt rage in my dream and even as I write those words I grimace because people say (especially in the Midwest) “Anger isn’t a pretty thing!” It declines to…
My Dog Blue
We call him Blue because his eyes give his name away. He’ll never hear a word we say, but I speak to him all the same. It’s because of him…
I put lipstick on to write
and as soon as I sank into my chair I caught sight of my mouth in the mirror. The red didn’t have any business being there and as I opened…
