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Three Days In

Three days in to the stomach virus in our houseAnd I am checking every twingeWas that nausea I feel?What was that gurgling in my intestines?Something sinister?Heaven help the child who complains of anything abdominal;It means quarantine for sure.And constant...

Dreams

I used to dream that I showed up at school wearing only my underwear.That I missed the bus and couldn’t find the school.That I never began the research paper we were supposed to be writing all semester. Now I dream that I’ve forgotten my son’s camp forms and they...

Haiku

Spring Couple Welcome strangerShy with uncertain hopeLeaves unfurl shining, wary Summer Couple Rosy plump and lavishFruit drops from heavy branchesLove thick and close Autumn Couple Conversation cools then slowsDeath comes leaf by leafWord by word Winter Couple Slip...

Stream of Consciousness

tonight I read a poem and thought it was beautiful and had so much heart and then I learned the author was a man and I was shocked and I knew I had read the voice as belonging to a woman and it somehow made a difference though I’m not sure why and I signed up for his...

On Being Organized. Or Not. (Creativity Challenge Day 2)

On New Year’s Day we played a rousing game of Sardines as a family, the game where someone hides and everyone else finds them and hides with them. It brought me face to face with the state of every closet in my house, and with my own messiness. Again. It’s...

Song of Myself

I used to read poetry curled up in a comfy chair, sipping tea, just Walt Whitman and me. Now I read it in the dining room on my laptop, while Ken fixes dinner and the boys watch football and sound barbaric yawps and Geneva clomps around in my shoes and drops her bread...