A poem inspired by Fanny Howe

I won’t be able to write from the graveso let me tell you what I love: oil, salt, fresh baked bread, buttercoffee, tea, pie for breakfast,a sunny day, an open window,the children around my table, stories and songs,a baby sleeping in my arms —and how a long day still becomes night. (A poem inspired byContinue reading “A poem inspired by Fanny Howe”

You’re gonna hear it anyway

I’ve found that I tend to have a bent towards the pharisaical. I like things to be black and white. I like the feeling of being right. I dig in my heels when I know I have the higher ground. Well, a moneylender had two debtors; one owed five hundred dollars, and the other fifty.Continue reading “You’re gonna hear it anyway”