...why did this speak to you?
This stone, or shell, or piece of glass -
its shimmer, shape or hue? more»
Sundays at granny's -
full of healing
I see her now,
inched to the edge of her bed:
pink flanellette sheets
giving up the ghost of her warmth. more»
The day began without me;
dozing 'til the prayer bell summoned us from sleep.