• Our Front Hall
    Our Front Hall Our front hall had a very tall grandfather clock at the foot of the stairs keeping watch over the household. No one could wind it but my father and the clock defined the nights in regular chimes reaching everyone’s ears in everyone’s bedroom.There was a front hall table made of lustrous mahogany … Continue reading PoemsRead more
  • Circle Show 4 poems
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  • If I hadn’t asked
    If I hadn’t asked who you were having dinner with that night I wouldn’t be crazy lost now and you wouldn’t have moved to Connecticut with an eyebrowed cooking woman: something I would never be. If I hadn’t asked if you liked sleeping alone maybe we would have grown accustomed to each other sighing into … Continue reading PoemsRead more
  • The Hard, Cold Snow
    The Coming of the Snow The hard, cold snow is here, The kind that makes you wince. The great, crackling steps one takes that sink unexpectedly, Mother earth reminding you she’s but a heavy footfall away. So a morning walk becomes impossible and the dog, depressed. Your husband reminds you how he loves the winter … Continue reading PoemsRead more
  • Ode To A Stone
                                                          Ode to a Stone I was thinking about the loyalty of the round gray stone outside my front door this morning. Preparing patiently to be washed by the rain. Not objecting to an occasional kick and the resulting change of side to the light. The stone sits outside my front door for as long as … Continue reading PoemsRead more