Spring Lament
this spring is like that man in the white
shirt
radiating heat even from his thumbs
standing so close we steal each other’s air
a wedding band glaring on his finger
Single Parents
Glosa
He took to reading Chekhov late at night
and studied up on Fox Talbot and calotypes.
Poems, Single Parents, Tributes
Distracted Notes …
An Essay When I gave birth at 45, I discovered that 35 and above is deemed “Advanced Maternal Age,” so
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Dead Letters
I get letters for the dead. They blow out of the mailbox and into the snow. I find them
Poems, Single Parents, Tributes
After He Left
When the children were small and sleeping,the night warm and raining, I would go out to a place under the