My Left Hand
Since my injury, I have discoveredmy left hand is still a child.It can’t brush its own teethor wash its own face.It can’t even spoon itself foodwithout spilling.Its... Read more.
I Grade at the Doctor’s Office
It is December in Alabamaand everyone has the fluor strep throat or a sinus infection.My own throat is raw with swallowingwords that are not mine.I have been waiting... Read more.
Christmas Pecans
Each year at Christmas my grandmother sendsa paper bag of shelled pecans.This year I find not halvesbut dozens of perfect whole pecans,naked and golden brown,surely... Read more.
The Marble Machine
So many lovely mornings spent with theseFive rows of coral wood in tracks aligned;This heirloom toy has welcomed trembling kneesAnd hands to spin spun glass down... Read more.