“So, girl, put down your phone and pick up your pen. Take a piece of the dark and put it on a page. “ – Laurie Uttich, from TO MY STUDENT WITH THE DIME-SIZED BRUISES ON THE BACK OF HER ARMS WHO’S STILL ON HER CELLPHONE
A poem written during the 2020 Pandemic.
A poem about “Teaching” Nine Eleven.
The deer wait for us in the early summer evening, several young ones with the mother doe and her Bambi. They carefully step down to our flower garden and sample the smorgasbord of bright flowers and foliage. A nip of the bright red Verbena, that the gardener says is deer resistant but if you ask… Continue Reading →