goodbye, winter

Originally posted on blog:
goodbye winter liam bee a woman, herself a broken blue clapboard, carved fishbones on my house. the more i look at them, scratches on the brick shoulder, i see the impoverished elders bent life right in thousands of my favorite poems. one window cracked but i believe it, the night i…

Tales told to strangers

Originally posted on pamkirstblog:
The receptionist called her son. She picked up her book–Donna Tartt’s Goldfinch–and settled in to read. This was a week with a house full of guests, and this was a book she’d been longing to read. The hour of wait time while her son saw the therapist seemed heaven-sent. Sun poured…