Watching the Clock
By Julia Arnold. I SWEAR time had stood still for those 2 minutes.
Taming Dragons
I remember this place.
It Takes Time
I desperately wanted a dwelling to envelop us that we could call our own forever.
For the Taking
My husband and I stare at each other, wondering how on earth the children can talk so fast, so much, so early. How their minds can start without caffeine-without a cup of coffee or a mug of tea.
A Love Like Ours
A poem for a son with whom mother shares an (im)perfect love.
Used Days
Make way. Today is fresh and new, and it’s got my name on it.