The Funeral Celebrant
The funeral celebrant He didn’t know him, of courseThe deceasedInstead he stitched together a homespunCloth of many huesA wifely tale or twoA child’s distant memoriesA mate’s …
Author: Judie Mitchell
Evening Song
for Sylvia Plath (Morning Song) Once upon a foreign timewe were bornour hearts ticked loudOur mothers fussed and frettedfearful our baby breaths would falterheard every …
And so it goes
The mess on the tableThreatens methe haphazard papers balding pens useless blunt scissorsmurky mugs open dusty laptops tissues scrawled on coffee stained calendarcards for this …
Connie
I’m nothing like Abby. Its not just the age difference. She’s always been the bold one, the one who defied our father, going to see …