This End Up – a poem
You once told me you’d end up in a cardboard refrigerator box under an overpass. “Oh Neil” I laughed. You loved to make me laugh. You tucked me in … Continue reading
January 22, 2020 · 2 Comments
Diner Coffee
she never had her tea leaves read instead the tepid shallow puddle of a refill (diner coffee) foretold overpowering youth’s refusal to believe in getting old. never in the a.m. … Continue reading
March 1, 2014 · 3 Comments
Sharon Watts Writes 