I have a fear of forgetting. Not little things like where I left my car keys or whether the diswasher is full of clean or dirty plates, but huge things like my first kiss, how it felt on my 8th birthday when I was finally able to have a sleepover, and building my life withContinue reading “Forgetting”
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An Introduction to Real New Jersey and Really Being Jewish
When I tell people I’m from New Jersey, I can see them immediately picture the traffic on Route 80 heading towards New York City, the Jersey shore in August, and a lot of confusing right-hand exits that allow you to make a left-hand turn. I’m not from that part. Don’t get me wrong – JerseyContinue reading “An Introduction to Real New Jersey and Really Being Jewish”
…And we’re back!
I am slowly adding new work to this page so feel free to pop around and click on whatever strikes your fancy! As always, feel free to comment 🙂 Thanks for popping in!
It’s About Time
…that I update and renovate my online presence. Be patient!
Squirrel’s Eye View
An acorn– and an acorn– and an acorn– and an acorn and (cheeks bulge) then– Is that–? It is! BARK! Away! and Away! and Away! and Jump! (nails cling) and Move! and Scamper! and Hustle! and (tail twitch) and Climb! and Gotta– Hurry! and Gotta get– BARK! To the top!
The Realization
I can only imagine that my future is forged of wrought iron – tangles of metal looping and lacing upsides and downsides and sideswaybound to twist and bloom into something else entirely. Somewhere I forgot what it was like to be heated and bent cooled and sealed and how these horrible sounding manipulations seamlessly fitContinue reading “The Realization”
After Great-Aunt Florie’s Unveiling Service
A white teacup saucer with small rosebuds is sitting on the off-white carpeting and I’m holding the small, matching cup in my beauty-marked hand. My undotted hand feels sore in two spots where my teeth lie when I suck my fingers, pressing my sign for “I love you” against my small lips. Mr. Big BearContinue reading “After Great-Aunt Florie’s Unveiling Service”
Gardening
The old man meticulously gardening and trimming: nose hair.
Why I’m Grounded This July
baseball stitching unraveled caught in the broken window pane
Signs of Spring
cherry blossoms pink cups of nectar and histamines