Memory, Power

I've forgotten so much of what's passed through my history. Surprising, at times, is what I remember. Poems I wrote years ago can stick like a pop song if their backdrop, as I wrote, was sharp and strong. For something like a decade I was part of a writing group, the Monday Muses, a group … Continue reading Memory, Power →

The Travelling Onion

To the Muses, with love, 2005 "And I would never scold the onion for causing tears."* The onion does what it does. We each must live this way. The small tears you have caused me the days of laughter they are of my own making yet they are yours; you must love the way you … Continue reading The Travelling Onion →