Promise me a retrospective A gathering of my graces Such as they were Be kind as you look upon my … More
Category: poem
Blue room
Today I will look for my indigo fabric; the two bundles of indigo that I bought at the Houston Quilt … More
the massage chair
The man smelled ever so slightly of cigarettes. Not the old rancid smell of smoke in unwashed clothes, but the fresh … More
birthday fairytales
As a little girl, my rational mind tried to believe in fairy tales. It would have been so much more … 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 … More
sugar
Perhaps I have been too kind and that is the excuse I offer for the delay in the telling, for … More
Perfumed
The lady’s perfume accompanies her like an aura on the train which speeds along the tracks, faster than I could … More
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 … More
Boundaries
I collide with Michael’s boundaries. His boundaries edge long wide fields stretching As far as the horizons- the are beautiful … More
re creation
There is no re – creation, still we create. Memory is a cup you cannot sip a tongue that tastes … More
