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Four Weeks In: Redux

I wrote this poem five years ago and reworked it recently. Now, of course, we all know that four weeks is nothing. It’s not even half the time we’ve been social distancing. So take this poem with a grain of salt. I didn’t know any better. Four weeks inIf only I had...

Grammar Lesson

She sits at the kitchen tabledutifully diagramming sentences inscrutable indirect objects and those pesky prepositions(or are they adverbs?) But I am diagrammingthe way the light glints in her hairas she carefully shapes cursive,brow furrowedbut eyes darting to...

A Walk in the Woods, Part II

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. (William Wordsworth) English majors are always looking for poetry in the everyday, and an idyllic walk in the woods is bound to provide some romantic fodder for their next poem. Our family walk began promisingly...

A Walk in the Woods

Spencer and Gigi have plunged into the woods every day this week, looking for adventure. They come back smelling of the outdoors, cheeks rosy, eyes alight. Today after breakfast, we all joined them. Cool air and gray skies made for perfect hiking weather. Even Gracie...

Risotto

Today I stand at the counterChopping an onion with my favorite knifeAn ordinary act hardly worth notingBut todayI note it. I chop onionAdd butterPour wineAnd ease slowly into the luxury of stirring a mealFor the people I loveSavoring not the aroma of melding onions...

Falling

Yesterday as we drove to soccerThe trees waved their lovely limbsEnrobed in the muted colors of late fall.Today as we came down the roadThe trees shivered, their arms...

Yearning

Are you going to be healthy now? he asked me How can a girl answer a questionwith so many longings tied up in it The old “normal”PeaceWholenessRest not tinged with worryTogetherness with no deadline Yes, I smiled,a little too...

Over Dinner

The romantic comedy always ends when the couple finally gets together. But anyone who’s been married for even a month knows those fledgling days aren’t a true harbinger of what’s to come. When we were first married, the stark contrast between the romantic days of...

Small Things

I wrote this a few days after learning that I had cancer.   Now, when the gravity of life weighs too heavy on meDetails seem safe.I brush my teeth with care.I even floss.I wash a dirty plate until every speck of egg is gone.My closet is almost tidy again,...

Slur

“Chink!”She tossed the word with careless scorn,darted back into her first-grade classroom. And I, just passing in the hallway,caught it up and held it,turning it over in my hands. Like night slowly creeping inthe knowledge that it was thrown with purpose. Child...