When I knew her, her hair was dyed a deep auburn that formed wispy waves about her face and made her black eyes seem darker. She wore brown dresses that showed her solidarity with the earth and its ancient rumblings. She never wore blue, the color of the sky—for her greatest fear was to accidentally view the …
“I’m wondering if it’s going to be just like in the Bible,” Mrs. Steele exclaimed. “Forty days and forty nights!” Her voice was loud and shrill, as she handed Dad his change, and the way she kept talking made me think that she didn’t want us to leave. I understood. The nights were long and dark …
The violin wasn’t invented until 800 years laterSo he could not have actually fiddledWhile Rome burned—But that doesn’t make it fake news either,For metaphorically speakingHe giggled his way through the destructionOf his own civilizationAnd we will not forget. BesidesWe already know that history is repleteWith omissions and additionsMisrepresentation and liesBut we’re fully capableTo use our own …
(Dedicated to my ex-husband’s cousin whom I’ll never have to see again for the rest of my life, thank goodness) When I offered him a glass of wineHe hesitated and asked what kindWhite Zinfandel, said IHow pedestrian, he repliedAnd rolled his eyes As soon as he left, I searched online—What exactly is a pedestrian wine?The first …
It’s not because there aren’t stories to tellIn fact, there are too manyTightly packed in an airtight sackAnd tendered with the admonition to Never spill the beans For beans …