2015 Category
More Than a Paycheck
Posted on May 4, 2015 Leave a Comment
Once again, we find ourselves approaching National Nurses Day (Wednesday, May 6th), International Nurses Day (Tuesday, May 12th) and National Nurses Week (May 6th – May 12th), celebrated throughout our country with employer-sponsored stress-relieving massages, medical-themed tchotchkes, pens, totes, and – of course – bagels and coffee. It’s probably no coincidence that Nurses Day happens […]
Cool Grandma
Posted on February 15, 2015 1 Comment
Sometimes the people you least expect to emulate are those you become in life. It kind of sneaks up on you. Like when you’re walking out of church on a Sunday morning and you mutter, “Where the hell are my keys?” as you cross yourself with holy water. Or you realize the dusty pile of […]
A Winter to Live
Posted on February 11, 2015 2 Comments
I’ve said it a bunch of times: I believe the universe is not accidental. There are those who’ve argued with me that, perhaps, I ascribe meaning to events in order to create an orderly pattern where one truly doesn’t exist. Don’t we all merely connect the dots of our lives meaningfully in hindsight? It’s a […]
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Hostage (For Kayla)
Posted on February 10, 2015 2 Comments
I Among seventeen anxious months, The only constant thought Was of the life of the hostage. II We are of one reflection, Like the prisoner For which there is proof of life. III The hostage whirled in peaceful endeavors. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV Sand and stone Are one. Sand and […]
Early Dismissal
Posted on February 9, 2015 3 Comments
“Keep the wipers up,” he says – I do – and yet the ice still collects to glaze my windshield, later my mittens glue. Standing wipers visible through the window’s haze, he calls to remind me warmly that this sleet will soon change to snow. “Remember to wear your hat,” he repeats, as I interrupt […]
Plush Plight
Posted on January 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
A light layer of dust may coat my eyes, but I still see you haven’t been here, and I wonder where you’ve gone. The dust cakes the crevices of your wheelchair, but I’m still soft, you know, willing to console you here on the foot of the bed, my untied sneaker dangling, my shirt neck […]
Margherita
Posted on January 22, 2015 Leave a Comment
It began as a flirtation, with me gnawing on your crunchy outer rim like a firm ring of Saturn – not colorful or rocky, but solid, circular, celestial – to me, your attraction’s main event, really, before sliding seductively underneath your middle and becoming almost an afterthought of your taste. Meshed with the red of […]
Penn Bound
Posted on January 20, 2015 Leave a Comment
I always look to your window – blurred with dirt as we depart abruptly. Eyes disoriented by the hazy platform view, heart in my throat (yes, even now), my hand slides nonchalantly off your greasy pole while I struggle to remain standing, instead stumbling forward ineptly. You’re always greasy, whether I go high or low, […]
Soon We Will be Good Friends, I Think
Posted on January 19, 2015 Leave a Comment
Below a starburst transom of sturdy weeds I rest, looking upward. Within the heavy stone touching the back of my head your grip convenes momentarily, almost on a whim, so that the tangle of my hair – pretending itself a pillow – is like the backs of the houses I see before me, exposed and […]
Begin
Posted on January 1, 2015 Leave a Comment
This day bounces off the mellowed slate, which is neither clean, nor fresh but winnowed by the past and obliged to begin again – fallibly, humbly, and hopeful that the sunlight through the blackened sticks of winter trees is the proof.
A Girl by the Bridge 
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