Yanamama

I strayed to your side of the bed last night. For a week now I've only occupied My half Of our private square. I was restless wit...

A/C cranks loud drowned by wind chimes that tease in gusts. Neighbors are drawn out on stoops and sidewalks to stare at the sky ...

Kinnikinick. Fir. Granite. These are my flesh my bones. My blood tumbles like The stream falling over Sodden logs where fish Hide ...

There's a constant breeze from the south. The house is surrounded by maples. From my bedroom window I look across the road to see the gr...

The cabinets are slowly emptying. The refrigerator contains little more than pickles and condiments. I am washing walls and baseboards in pr...

I had to make a report today. If you work with children you know what that means, and the dread that rises with those words. A student w...

Spring is here. The year is winding down. Teachers (and students) are counting how many days we have left before summer break. There's a...