childhood – The Poetry Patio

A Memory

The family’s place was on the front pewso mine was there, too, visible,or so I felt, to the whole altar and both transepts.Eyed and evaluated. Grand-daughter. Youngest,too short to see but hungry to watch;the kneeler was my ladder and I was the rapt audienceas father called upon the Fatheras per the instructions of the SonandContinue reading “A Memory”

Late July

August is knocking at the doora hot mess of back-to-schoolwith new shoes, pencils, anda new backpack It used to be thatkids got to run wildduring the dog days,endless sprinkler partiesand popsicle sleepovers Now they are luckyfor any vacation, any gaspsof time blissfully awayfrom the hard thumb of authority,the arch and watchful eyeof educational agendas,the crackContinue reading “Late July”