Here’s to the metal bowl, the beef, the egg, the oats, my mother’s teary eyes as she chopped the onion, to her glowing veiny hands squeezing everything together, the…
Once again, some of us are overreacting. We’ve looked in the mirrors again. The heads we invited to sit in on our meeting have begun rolling contagiously all over…
A Grandma Ossie proverb it’s 90 degrees in a georgia august & there goes my sister marchin down buckeye barren fingers twirled around a 30 gallon dolla sto trash bag…
Here, we are always alone at one time and before another. We’ve come by chance, and clatter in, with a surprising strength and with exceptional good nature. Pure and…
Now, in swimsuits, ready for the public waters, we float inside inflatable stars, starfish, airships, false fins, easily deflated. Imagine what we are, what we might be. Amphibious. Of…
shelter volunteers face six self +++++identifying women who surf +++++++++++for jobs, housing and Deb — who decrypts Brueghel, Bernie Sanders +++++and baseball conspiracies in black +++++++++++cheerleader sweats. To our…