What has been done to mother is a story rarely told Of how we stripped and begged her to carry all the coals Like chattel she was made, it seems to bend and rend and stretch To run down the clock in payment of someone else’s debts A mother spends her energy sometimes it seems […]Read more "What Has Been Done To Mother"
Two O’ Clock On A Saturday Afternoon At two o’ clock on a Saturday afternoon the world is alive with activity. People are out: thriving, creating, learning, building; relishing life, forming relationships and refining talents. But not me. Here in my bedroom at two o’ clock on a Saturday afternoon I lie in my bed. My body […]Read more "It’s Art, Folks … Three Short Poems"