After books, a song and bottle,
I think my granddaughter will sleep
through the night.
But at the stroke of twelve, as in
the Cinderella story, the spell I cast
is broken. She wakes up.
I try everything, except
letting her cry h...
The Old Woman Thinks the Doll Alive
She feeds and comforts her,
changes her diapers, hums a lullaby.
In rare lucid moments, she knows
the doll is not real – See,...
THE GOWN’S SECRETS
The pale silk gown hangs
in a garment bag in the attic.
On its lace bodice, seven tiny pearls
stitched into each embroidered flower.
Eighteen knife pleats stream
from mid-back to the floor.
See through –
too sensual for a high school prom.
And not my weddin...
The leaves of the three trees out front
not yet transformed by nip and chill –
frozen in last night’s early snow.
Falling – every one,
in multitudes all at once.
Not like years past . . .
a glow surr...
Change occurs at the edge of things,
the groom said, looking at the photograph
he’d taken of blueberry bushes burning
crimson in autumn on Dolly Sod.
I think of the sun’s bow...
A place between
good-bye and hello,
here and there –
today the airport is deserted.
Few fellow travelers
with whom it is safe
to share secrets,
and fewer behind counters,
who speak of baggage
carried or stowed away,
and of destination.
Instead of a smiling face,
BELOW THE SURFACE
– after an untitled piece by Naomi Richman, a 10th grader at Boulder High
THE MODEL AND HER ARTIST
after “Woman Combing Her Hair,”
charcoal by Edgar Degas
Naked but for bold red slippers –
she sits c...
She speaks of omen, cloying
humidity and a lurid green sky,
on a day years ago when
the funnel rumbled
louder, closer, close.
The din above ground – windows
exploding, trees uprooting,
pick-up trucks flying –
while huddled in the...
DARE I SPEAK OF HEAVEN?
Wild rabbit, stillborn – discovered
in a hunt for bright-colored eggs
hidden among the tulips.
The child doesn’t know what it is,
what it means – looks to me
for clue, some reaction. Last week,
we watched a blue spruce
cut down in its prime. She leaned
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THE OLD WOMAN THINKS THE DOLL ALIVE - MUSINGS #82
THE GOWN'S SECRETS - Musings #81
BARELY OCTOBER - Musings #80
WEDDING TALK - Musings #79
CHECKING BAGGAGE Musings #78
BELOW THE SURFACE Musings #77
Musings #76 -The Model and Her Artist (Mainstreet Rag)
Musings #75 - Notwithstanding (Plainsongs)
Musings #74 - Dare I Speak of Heaven? (published in Roanoke Review)
Tenacity of Lace