Sinkhole

Grandmother stands on the porch wearing only her slip, handbag looped over her arm. She tells us the minister has come by, she’s sure he wants to have sex with her. We amble into the house, Mother goes straight for the kitchen. I sit with grandmother in the living room stacked high with Better Homes […]

Grief Brushes in a New Year

Emptiness grabs hold of me makes the coffee bitter, the jam less sweet.  Daddy, your shirts  are in the closet.  For months I could not hug you,  to protect you from the virus. You died anyway.  I want to be a girl again — perched at the top of the stairs  I’d wait for you […]