Grandmother, wow, what big teeth you have!

He stands where she stood, looking like everyday life, a wolf in glass slippers, late for the ball, a Little Red Herring with cats in her shawl— you know, the poster child of harmony and strife… It seems what all you boys and girls forgot to bring today he has in abundance. Heraclitus incarnate, hisContinue reading “Grandmother, wow, what big teeth you have!”

Poetry, fait accompli

It starts so peaceful-like, like clouds that might bring rain out on the horizon, this poem, just like a cloud’s existence, to be sure, but such a calm one, full of shallow tears against a heedless earth— no tornadoes, no cats flung into space, not today, just a gentile rain…and puddles.  Earth’s face is leftContinue reading “Poetry, fait accompli”