Tangerine-orange fake leather couch The long edge of the blanket Anchored under the 20 volumes of The Encyclopedia Brittanica Lined up in order, The gold-rimmed edge of dark blue books. A Singer sewing machine anchored an Eastern extension
I am thankful for diversity; How lucky I am to know People of all nations Became friends instead of foe. I hail from an all-white town No blacks, nor Jews, nor Italians Forget about Polish and Kenyan No Chinese, nor Norwegians Though arrowheads appeared in plowed fields, The Treaty of Chicago Forced the Illini Confederacy […]
I feel stressed tonight. I read the Post-Standard. So many stories of crimes and sexual perversion So many deaths– in floods, from diseases, as the result of murders Can’t take it anymore: The vacation debacle The degenerate Trump The snarky nastiness of a relative… I feel stressed tonight. I read the Post-Standard. So many stories […]
I’ve been on many journeys… Trips to Lake Michigan when a child Hunting seashells on the beach Curbing enthusiasm so mother wouldn’t get riled. A trip to Florida to visit an aunt, At 12, seeing the ocean for the first time Sarasota and sponge divers Trees in the backyard of lemon and lime.
Last week solar panels were installed upon my roof. But a workman’s foot went through my ceiling. The repair of the ceiling is covered by NRG insurance I am getting my entire ceiling redone! On Sunday morning I burned the bacon And then I burned the English muffins. When I went to my freezer for […]
Samuel May, that progressive firebrand Jumped into a cart, beat down a door Personally transported enslaved people Led the revolt for Mr. Henry’s rescue Raised cash for Onondaga Nation reservation school For racially integrated schools Both girls and boys thank him School-wide reform his goal Defended Quaker Prudence Crandall
I’m from the Midwest The flatland called Looking Glass Prairie Timber Lane Farm, a quarter mile lane Hickory trees and Osage Orange I’m a farmer’s daughter from Swiss-German stock Whose great-grandfather Johann crossed the seas From the Swiss village of Kuttigen, Canton Argau Those village’s valleys resounding with cow bells