Villanelle for Donna
I first knew you as my friendI was young too – you, more sure.So many days and nights since then. We move apart, our lives extend,We love and live – our paths mature.I first knew you as my friend....
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I wasn’t used to saying no to my father. I was home from college for Christmas vacation and we were driving to my father’s shop in his pickup truck. We were on interstate 25, about ten minutes from the...
View ArticleLouie in the Sky
Our canine companion of 13 years left us in July, headed to that grand dog park in the sky. The little bed still holds his dog shape, a soft fold down the middleHe was so small yet He took up so much...
View ArticleOur Last Thanksgiving
1995 was the last year I celebrated Thanksgiving with my family. I didn’t know at the time that it would be my last Thanksgiving with them. As it turned out, it was memorable anyway. Out of the corner...
View ArticleMy Space to Write (lschmoopie's open call)
I write in my dining room, on whatever laptop I have at the time. Donna works there too; that's her laptop on the right. Between our laptops is a sea of clutter—clipboards, books, pens, reading...
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