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Category Archives: Poetry

A Skater’s Winter

It didn’t snow for Halloween The Pocahantas Halloween that skater’s winter Hundreds of little white girls dressed as Indians Too cold to go door to door They raided the stores in the biggest mall in Anchorage Moms wearing ranch mink Carrying their daughters’ pink coats lined with rabbit fur Those trap lines are so romantic [...]

Sugar Cookies

Originally published in an LLL ALL Plump and warm Soft and buttery Cut in the shape of two little hands, Take a nibble Get a giggle Sugar cookies.

Just Like Mommy

Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment He doesn’t have my Cary Grant chin He doesn’t have my eyes Or my nose Or my square jaw.

Baby Dancing

Originally published in LLL of Ohio’s The Circle, 1989 Sway and sway Two step, dip Sway and sway again; Cheek to cheek Every night The perfect partner on the floor.

The Extra Loaf

Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment Two loaves of bread in each batch. One loaf fresh, hot, and buttered for us The other into the freezer to wait.

To the Stars and the Moon

Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment I never got to meet you, Little, tiny almost-child; You slipped away To the stars and the moon And didn’t come back To tell Mommy how beautiful they were.

The Day You Danced in the Cheerios

I had always been saying, “I have one son and a baby.” You were still so little Even though you could stand And yell and play.

For My Baby Brother

Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment, Winter 1986 I didn’t know about him for a long time. It had been an afternoon–an ordinary summer afternoon, August 9, 1963; I was home in the kitchen, My mom was chopping something. Patrick Kennedy had just died, The President’s little baby boy, I told my mother [...]

The Mailbox

Originally published in LLL of Texas’s Ten-Gallon Tidings, Fall 1993 I stared out Past the drapes Past the tears Past a layette I guess I won’t be needing To the mailbox.

Starlings

All three boys were in our tree When suddenly At some command They reappeared In the front yard hammock.