There Was a Day

Because all the #MeToo’s has me wanting to remind women, you can tell your story and it can be healing. There was a day A day she began To crave the destruction Of hands raised in fury Of jagged edged words Of nostrils flaring over thin lips   There was a day A day she decided To… Continue reading There Was a Day

Sleep Deprivation Poem

It was ‘most eleven when, I retired the caps of teacher and mother Climbed into bed next to my husband, who only sighed, and Rewarded myself with another night’s sleep The dog howled at midnight, insisting upon a trip outside Some child was up, ushering in the witching hour, When she emerged a conversation, then… Continue reading Sleep Deprivation Poem

Villains

In creative writing class Professor Herring stressed villains must be nuanced if they are to be accepted believed embraced by the discerning reader   No one is pure evil even Hitler loved a kitten once   And I thought of my villains David- Clubber of baby seals and other fat things. Mike- Whiskey fueled cruelty… Continue reading Villains

Four Generations

Four women lean in, a tight circle of Grulich Women The youngest 8 months, the eldest 86 years Each face an age progression of the one before Paired with that glowing milky Grulich skin We are an advertisement for Pond’s beauty cream Daughter, Mother, Grandmother, Great grandmother Women who kiss foreheads and murmur gracious complements Four… Continue reading Four Generations