I choose San Francisco because I miss ocean air. I’ve been sleep walking in a dusty valley but the air in San Francisco is cold and saline. When you walk through it without a hat or scarf it’s bracing. You feel alive. I choose 1967, imagining the Summer of Love, thinking I might land in … Continue reading When the Time Travel Agent Asks When and Where
Susan lost her glasses one morning, early before seven o’clock, while she was hiking along the American River Parkway. She was crossing the broad pedestrian bridge that spans the river between William Pond Park and Riverbed Park when she heard the river calling to her. This had happened before, rarely of course, but Susan had … Continue reading Lost and Found
This is a poem I wrote a few years back for my mother and her sisters. It's a bit of a ramble, but they all seemed to like it. My aunt Eleanore had a muskrat fur coat. My aunt Ruth had a skirt that revealed her knees. She wore it with platform shoes. They went … Continue reading The Flint Girls Go To A Fire
