Lena, You asked me how I became strong. How did we, of the same origins - of the same cloth -become so different? I recall shrugging and refusing to look at you when I said, "Some people are just born like that." Isn't that what I said? I might have mentioned that sometimes people are… Continue reading Elsewhere, We Became #2
Early throwback Thursday poem from around 2004.
Imagine sitting down with your favorite book. There you are, sitting in a comfy chair, peeling the pages apart hungrily. You're into it : the plot, the dramatic climax, and even maddening suspense clinging to each line. No doubt, the story you are reading is a great one. Its opening line sucked you in and… Continue reading You Wouldn’t Live In A Cardboard Box, Would You?
I don't know why I remember the smell of gasoline. Sitting on the garage floor in nothing but my short corduroys, grease smeared on my knees, I watch Papa curse over the truck engine. Gasoline, sawdust, and grease was all over the garage, painting it with the leftovers of hard work and, often, failed attempts.… Continue reading Gasoline