So it Seems

All the words that could be written have already been written with the hand of this mitten, cold fingers snow-smitten and numbed into repeating the same beats over and over like the floppy paws of a hungry-for-food kitten. — I keep a long document of most every poem I’ve written since 8th grade and lastContinue reading “So it Seems”

Fidget up a rainstorm

Fidget up a rainstorm like in elementary school when they taught about the water cycle– the sun heats a pond, makes the water drops so excited that they fidget up into the sky, join a cumulus clique, until they get sick with dancing in the club and precipitate from the party. — I’m too anxiousContinue reading “Fidget up a rainstorm”

do you regret the headline photos?

Do you miss me? I miss you. Last I saw you, head on my pillow, your face lit up my phone screen. They got the picture of you all wrong. – Teen drunk driver T-bones car, family of four rushed to hospital. – You made a joke of your senior year photo, you told theContinue reading “do you regret the headline photos?”

Tara’s Story: Playground Fights, Bicycles, Cars

Tara eased on the brakes, slowing to a halt at the sidewalk to the elementary school. Tamy stopped just ahead, shoes skidding. “There goes that idea,” Tara complained, backing her bike into the road. “Not necessarily,” Tamy answered, squinting at the army of teenagers swarming the playground. “We could totally take them in a fight.”Continue reading “Tara’s Story: Playground Fights, Bicycles, Cars”