Binaries

“My dad is Black” Said my half-white, half-Chinese daughter When she was three And had already absorbed the lesson That Continue reading →

Clean sheets

My mother had a linen closet With separate shelves for bedroom, dining room, bathroom linens They were never made of Continue reading →

Daffodil

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

Such a little thing That stops the world in its tracks Like the first warm day of spring Or the Continue reading →

Calendar

I planted trays of seeds in March, as I always do On special heated pads In my unheated breezeway The Continue reading →

Knot garden

Once, I made a knot garden its manicured edging Interlocking brick by brick By deliberately laid brick the careful beds Continue reading →

Elders

Jan’s mother Eleanor baked cakesRight off the pages of magazinesAnd spoke in soft Southern tonesI remember her houseAs always slightly Continue reading →

Pandora

We feel our frailty still in these waning days of plague while cautiously emerging from our isolation we reached through Continue reading →