Promise me a retrospective A gathering of my graces Such as they were Be kind as you look upon my…
Blue room
Today I will look for my indigo fabric; the two bundles of indigo that I bought at the Houston Quilt…
the massage chair
The man smelled ever so slightly of cigarettes. Not the old rancid smell of smoke in unwashed clothes, but the fresh…
untitled
The earth is a survivor trudging along the winter road cloaked in heavy wet wool her shoulders hunched against the…
birthday fairytales
As a little girl, my rational mind tried to believe in fairy tales. It would have been so much more…
Alex calls while walking Violet
Alex calls while he is walking Violet. We talk about Charlottesville. What can I do? he asks. I am so I…
Hypervigilance 1/2000
The fog lies outstretched upon the water A compelling hand. In sleep it could be the dreamstuff of the gods…
sugar
Perhaps I have been too kind and that is the excuse I offer for the delay in the telling, for…
Perfumed
The lady’s perfume accompanies her like an aura on the train which speeds along the tracks, faster than I could…
In my sewing room May 16
Sitting in my sewing room surrounded by towers of thread, various stacked plastic bins of quilt fabric, patterns and cloth…
