My Father
I saw my father waving Waving me goodbye I wasn’t sure he meant it I stood there but didn’t cry He’s gone like smoke And daydreams He’s gone like melting snow I turned around to see him I can’t think were he would go I stepped behind a white pine The fragrance of a...
I Was Seventeen
I was seventeen with dreams I couldn’t interrupt. I saw my father in the past, my mother still cooking chicken. I was ready to put my foot into the river of life, into experience, into conversation, into love, my hair shiny and curly, my eyes open to everything. I...
Garlic and other things …
I was chopping garlic, getting ready to prepare dinner when a waft of pungent flavor hit my nostrils. I stood still looking at tiny bits of a white minced bulb wrapped in it’s own paper. Garlic is packed with nutrients. It is the genie’s bottle. I always use garlic...
WAKING UP
I woke up hearing the galloping of the lake. I pictured mermaids riding high on the crests of the white caps. I swore I heard laughter like bells and songs. I listened, eyes closed, hoping to hear my name called. What bit of a person can lasso that kind of power? I...