questioning

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I’m not sure which matters more—where the seed comes from, or where it takes root and grows.”

~ Zetta Elliott

 

 

 

 

 

 

spill

 

 

 

 

 

summer in your house
the morning light poured in
spilling on the chenille
like warm milk

dishes clattering in the kitchen
as you made breakfast

 

 

 

 

 

release

 

 

 

 

 

she strained to hold on to the good parts
when the not-so-good parts were hard to shake off

 

 

 

 

 

 

in her house

 

 

 

 

 

“Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs”

~ George Eliot

 

 

 

 

 

 

drive in

 

 

 

 

summer nights
we’d pile in the back of dad’s station wagon
in our pajamas
equipped with blankets, pillows and paper bags full of junk food
and fall asleep halfway through the feature