The day they lined us up,siblings 1,2,3, and interrogatedthe vandalism of our father’s lunch box twinkies, one-by-onewe claimed innocence and no one cracked under the cracklingglare of the grownups accusing silenceNot I, I swore, and it was truththat time. In fact, the culpritwas a mouse and all the littleliars went free, hoping forreward later. Sadly, … Continue reading Not I
Tell About That One
When you moved again,deciding which pieces to bringwith you took days. Disappearing roomsdisappeared objets d’art. Yourfamiliar touchstones were spirited awayalong with your memorieswhich still totter in a multitudeof worlds lately, but you hold onto a familiar question: “tell me a storyabout that”.We saved a few treasures in the purge.The too-large postmodern painting of adistorted violin … Continue reading Tell About That One
Early Morning Poems 