Spring
carriejonesbooks This poem is (I think) part of me delving into a character of a young adult novel work in progress. Spring My nerves are jangled, frayed. Panic touches the under…
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The Apple
The apple fell to the ground joining the others; rotting had already begun the way it does. We all fall and crack. On the wire a squirrel ran to the…
Parent Not Expected
Parent Not Expected I know nothing about the weather I was born in or how the sky whispered or stormed. I know nothing about the man who helped make me,…
The Lettuce
The Lettuce Again this summer I’ve forgotten to harvest the lettuce that we planted when the ground was barely workable, warm enough to support the tenderness of seedlings, brown, pale,…
Everything Makes Us Scared
Everything Makes Us Scared The professor and his wife argue about the party though they love each other. Chairs are meant to be where exactly on the porch? Burgers pre-made…