Rain cleared the beach where I’m walking off the worry while he naps. On this in-between day sudden gusts shake the quiet, and my solitary steps swirl sand into tiny tornadoes. At the water’s edge, a heron shrugs winged shoulders. Slate blue feathers match semi-circle clouds lined up in the sky, like my high-heeled shoes […]
Madeleine French
Madeleine French lives in Florida and Virginia with her husband. A Best of the Net nominee, her work appears in Identity Theory, ONE ART, Dust Poetry Magazine, West Trade Review, Door Is A Jar, and elsewhere. She is working on a full-length poetry collection.
Needles
In my hand a size 10 Tulip applique —short and thin and sharp— for English paper piecing with each satisfying stab I sew my hexies and triangles into clever new designs In my machine a Microtex 80—that tiny sword— gleaming pointy and pitiless under the Bernina’s bulb for puncturing waxed canvas, cork or foam […]