perfect arches ascribe reprimands, common sense, mother’s loving glances hard-edged countenance only later I see that frown hid her amusement sea-scented sunsets midst hills of waving grass and green gables still wait sibling vocal trio we conspired to see your tears … Continue reading
Well, I didn’t know her well enough to like or dislike her anyway. She seemed kind of lazy. It’s not like we were close. We just worked at the same place. She wasn’t all that, though she tried to make you … Continue reading
two women first a mother made home for children and professor when they were old enough she took a class and another class then another the day we met she was nearly finished with her second degree second a mother … Continue reading
I Can Still Hear It Though winter’s carol season had just passed, time doesn’t change discs. What Child Is This strummed my ears. There were still cookies, and cookies needed milk. After that first chocolate-chip bite, I took a sip … Continue reading
The Poetic Rabbit
Shiteki Na Usagi 