Dear J.B.- There are very few men who ever picked me up and swung me around like you did. My father, perhaps, when I was quite small. My friend, Sam, who loved to polka, and put his whole muscled body into that 1-2-3- and 1-2-3-and. Thursday nights at Hillel on Campus as a teenager, a … Continue reading Day 11 Dear J.B.
Dear Madam
We’re happy to write from the Department of Extravagant Gratitude (D.E.G) to congratulate you on your recent extraction from the clutches of despair. We understand that the Safflower feeders are emptying and filling up again and that you, good woman, are keeping the finches well-fed, able to chuckle again at their quarrels on nearby branches, … Continue reading Dear Madam
Early Morning Poems 