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“My dad is Black” Said my half-white, half-Chinese daughter When she was three And had already absorbed the lesson That Continue reading
“My dad is Black” Said my half-white, half-Chinese daughter When she was three And had already absorbed the lesson That Continue reading
My mother had a linen closet With separate shelves for bedroom, dining room, bathroom linens They were never made of Continue reading
A daffodil is a ridiculous thing Neon in March’s glower Its silly bright trumpet harbinging spring The leading edge of Continue reading
Such a little thing That stops the world in its tracks Like the first warm day of spring Or the Continue reading
I planted trays of seeds in March, as I always do On special heated pads In my unheated breezeway The Continue reading
Once, I made a knot garden its manicured edging Interlocking brick by brick By deliberately laid brick the careful beds Continue reading
Jan’s mother Eleanor baked cakesRight off the pages of magazinesAnd spoke in soft Southern tonesI remember her houseAs always slightly Continue reading
We feel our frailty still in these waning days of plague while cautiously emerging from our isolation we reached through Continue reading