
–photo/art by my son aaron

–photo/art by my son aaron

the leaves are falling
trees will soon show their bare limbs
they begin to blush
–photo by me

This is a sign of a catastrophic failure in our education system.
–photo by me
our eyes met only for a moment
yet i lost my balance and fell in.
i tumbled down a long staircase
all the way to the very bottom.
i knew it would be just as it was.
it was warm, and full of goodness,
life, and soothing motherhood.
slowly and reluctantly, i climbed
back up the staircase and out.
she was someone else’s lover,
and all i could do was to take
one quick, final look back

–photo by my son

hunger stirred
the fledgling bird
and to a tree he flew
now use your head
his mother said
as mothers often do
–photo by me
“Run and get mommy’s scissors, dear.”
When I was a child, my whole family would gather
together to watch Bonanza with my father.
Now that he’s gone, I watch the old reruns,
and it makes me feel as though we’re
somehow watching them together;
I can feel his kind and gentle presence.
Bonanza was one of his favorite shows,
and now it’s one of mine.

a perfect flower
is the summation of all
its imperfections
–photo by me