Monthly Archives: January 2009
Combating Crow’s Feet
He smells like sex today, of sweat and musk. His hair a mess, dark denim jeans too tight, His mind captivated by thoughts of lust. He left her after the rite of cutting crust off burnt toast, methodically chewing each … Continue reading
Typical Sunday
May I see you in the kitchen?” The room your book group meets in every Wednesday evening, a quarter after seven because Sue’s kids are in gymnastics and her husband left. “Tell me about this hotel bill?” The same room … Continue reading
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Swimming Lessons: Poem Two in the “Mourning” Series
Dearest baby Tyler, there is a forceful silence in this family; it is almost as if you never existed. As if your birth blood body was never held by your mother or your little head was never kissed by your … Continue reading
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April 22, 2005: Poem One in the “Mourning” Series
A warm day in spring, the sky weighed grey and mournful. My legs itched inside black pantyhose. Standing on the hot asphalt we struggled to strangle the awkward silence standing between us. My robust, very Italian grandmother told me my … Continue reading
