We Have Met the Enemy*

In common with most writers, I imagine, I start quite a few posts that don't seem to go anywhere and end up in the draft drawer.  This drawer is a twin to the one that I have in the kitchen that is essentially a "never use this, don't actually know what it is, but I'm…

Listening

You didn't hear what I said! Her voice dripped with exasperation. I heard what you said. His words spit out impatiently. What did I say, then? Her exasperation frosted with sprinkles of anger. What you always say, that I didn't hear what you said. His voice now laced with complementary anger. What did I say,…

Poem – I Am

I am The bowl in the sink, Smears of Cherry Garcia dried on the rim from your late night cruise Through the kitchen of my soul. I am The shiny mirror You gaze into so proudly reflecting back the image you love, but  do not see. I am The weed, prickly, tenacious, taken root where…

Who Goes First?

As I was reading the biography of Judith Heumann this morning, a piece of history fell into my consciousness that was so disturbing it caused me to put the book down.  How am I to process this terrible knowledge?  How does it relate to the disturbing, frightening daily onslaught against the health and safety of…