When Friends Come to Visit (And Then What Happened)
we say what we can tell each other who we are with stories: my mother worked for a man she met playing bridge with Maury Isaacs in New Haven she worked for Mau...
Category: mother
Visiting Blair at Amsterdam House and My Mother
Happy to see Blair reading a Good Big Book as always he has a new hip a new Hawaiian shirt I who have been trying to avoid turning into my mother my whole life ...
Nail Salon Poem Series, Maybe
Yesterday at the Modern Spa Nail Parlor on 72nd Street new nail parlor I like to try them all some people go to the same one for years yesterday at the New Mode...
Paterson, New Jersey (Don’t Miss This)
is where we go on Mother’s Day not because of the Paterson Silk Strike or Famous Poets not Lou Costello or waterfalls for amazing food from the Arab world...
I Am Turning Into My Mother, a Little Though I’m Not Yet Leaning on a Broom
Maybe I have always been my mother, although I’ve tried hard not to be. She was not an easy mother for reasons which could make this poem a book About My ...
Adventures in Teeth
Last night Lynne suggested I make a series of chapbooks around themes. Teeth would be one of them. My one camp foray was in seventh grade because my mot...