No matter your imaginings and dreams,
gravity, a mere theory, not really proved,
preached by grown-ups, strikes you true-
You’ve never managed to fly away
or stop their pulling your feet back to
the ground, your head out of the clouds.
Your grown-ups haven’t stayed starry-eyed.
Danger, of course, you take as even less than theory-Read More »
Grubby thumbs, bubble gum, and tire swings
set the stage for recess- Our turn to teach.
Sean’s sitter had shown him some algebra.
Keith knew what sex was. Hazel had met God,
and Em could map the local ghost’s hide outs.
Me? I shared my expertise on hatred-Read More »
Soft, fresh, padded arms,
never tanned, never starved,
freshly powdered, swung their way
to Grandma’s House.
I knew I visited the coolest grandmother
when my tear-free washed, towel-dried arms
pressed out against cool linoleum,Read More »
By six years of age,
one ought to know some basic lessons,
like, “Not a peep ‘til the teacher calls
on your raised hand.”
I knew this lesson.
Berez did not.Read More »
Perhaps it matters a bit to you
whether Mama or Dada came first,
but your first words aren’t on your list
of your greatest accomplishments.Read More »
Unconsciousness lifts, ceasing being
your world. Instead, your sky-
a rooftop, as
you perceive it these days.Read More »
Alphabet Ravine 