The Roach
“I stare at the cockroach and am sure that it is my father. It’s got the same shifty eyes that he has – well, had.”
“I stare at the cockroach and am sure that it is my father. It’s got the same shifty eyes that he has – well, had.”
“Still as a rock. Another shadow thundered over, And another and another until the very earth quaked.”
This collection of love poems spans a wide range of styles and periods, reflecting the diverse ways love has been contemplated and celebrated through the ages.
“It’s always nice when the choices work for you. Yet, it’s still a bit of a Goldilocks quandary, now, isn’t it?”
“My sweet, forbidden, secret recipe. Doctors will call you bipolar disorder, but to me, you are life itself.”
“His voice sounded barely louder than the swoosh of the passing cars, out of practice, a rough whisper.”
“I’d been detaching from my body for years, secretly relieved that I wasn’t ever going to birth children of my own.”
“pugnacious white hairs sprouted decades deep on farm hands tangle with spring air….”
“My family prefers to refer to it as “poisoning”, which I’ve struggled to come to terms with.”