The moon rose so fast, I felt the world tilt, like my mother’s Shaker settle, not pegged down. Up ended. Her flow blue tea set sliding onto the floor, shattered….
The cat came back the very next day. I thought he was a goner but the cat came back. He couldn’t stay away! When Onyx died, Darlene said that he…
I think about dying often now that I’m on the other side 60, the year my mother died. Since I’m one of these people who likes to get things done…
When I met Bitsy, she sniffed my shoes. Maybe that’s a good sign from a cat that G said used to attack her when she visited her mom. She’s a handsome…
It’s been sad month, so I thought I’d share a few poems from my unpublished collection: The Grieving Dreams. I made these poems after my brother died nearly 28 years…
Soon after Booker died, some puppy pictures caught my eye, so I asked the breeder if she had any adults. She did — a bitch who’d been returned. When I…
On this Ash Wednesday, I couldn’t get these words out of my mind, or away from my step. “Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not…
When our dog died, it was guilt that sliced me open. If only I’d listened to my desire to skip the hair cut because it was too cold and…
It’s been a week since Booker’s been gone. The community a person gathers on social media is more meaningful than the experts give you all credit for. That simple “I’m sorry” brings…