Monthly Archives: August 2020

Refrain 1 (A1)I went to the church this morning Line 2 (b) to check the choir folder Refrain 2 (A2)and the music said I was hiding in the organ. Line 4 (a) If you pluck the strings too loud, Line … Continue reading →

Theresa Russell poem When I was watching The Razor’s Edge, I wanted to know you better. I was haunted by it.

Refrain 1 (A1) The Elem house and the pecan trees, Line 2 (b) wait with the blind dog beneath the porch, Refrain 2 (A2) to see if the doorknobs still open. Line 4 (a) If you can see the painting … Continue reading →

Villanelle The Doris Days Refrain 1 (A1) I don’t know the difference Line 2 (b) between the Mamas And the Papas or Abba Gold. Refrain 2 (A2) I haven’t heard a radio in years. Line 4 (a) My joke about … Continue reading →

Sonnet I saw one of the children in church, reading a children’s magazine, we leave in the foyer with color crayons. It must have been the pastor’s daughter, working on the Vacation Bible School sign we use to announce the … Continue reading →

I stopped by the church yesterday and switched to Trinitas, not knowing I could not sing on a Sunday yet. Perhaps the memories of love are misleading. Yet, you were clear. The one clear person I had on these waiting … Continue reading →

Jean Lyle And The Sewing Machine In Third Grade For some reason, I want to say fifth grade, but I remember distinctly third base, because my teacher was the vault chair, and I wasn’t wearing a bra yet — I … Continue reading →

Six Aunts And One Uncle Uncertainty dawned on people, and their old assumptions that the World Series Inning 1. Then it became six innings, and the Granny Drop and which one of her sisters fell into the coffin fastest with … Continue reading →

Sonnet Five Twelfth Night I suppose church became a game, and my history teacher wasn’t winning. It wasn’t a game for me, because I got to see my mother one day a week, and sometimes my father came, based on … Continue reading →