Category Archives: poetry

for the mothers. and the holes they must fill.    The breath, the sweat the in, the out the rhythm the push, the pull the force, the life the egg so round the pulsing the heat the rising like air … Continue reading


My mother has a big birthday today–ends in a 0 or a 5. I hesitate to say her age. She’s a classy lady. A lot of what a write has to do with mother daughter relationships. My young characters usually … Continue reading

Haiti, memory is a muscle, Mothering, poetry