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POEM: BLACK DISHES AT A YARD SALE

POEM: BLACK DISHES AT A YARD SALE

“Black Dishes at a Yard Sale” The dishes covered the table in a stack Among the other detritus Of young married life in a smallish den Long since left behind. The platters, bowls, and saucers black, A hue once thought elegant, But since found to possess a...

Poem: To My Son

“To My Son” Let no one make of you a thing to be prized, Nor cast off once inconvenient. Let nothing dim your curiosity, Nor bitter your intentions. Know that love and love alone Grew you and sustained you, And your father only ever claimed to be...

Poem: Broken Things

“Broken Things” I champion the broken things: Old-town busted concrete aprons In front of renamed stores. The quiet, soft, lurking decay Slowly overcoming theĀ catalogs left On the floor of the abandoned ranch. This is the straightening of the line: The...

On Love and Respect

“When you look in your husband’s eyes and say ‘I respect you’, that’s the same feeling you get when he looks at you and says ‘I love you.’ Think about that for a while: Love and respect” That’s what a pastor said...