Category: Writing

For Kathy One from a museum, a place she liked to visit After retiring, to see the paintings she remembered To find the sculpture she admired And always said she’d try to make One from a church Where she spent her Sunday mornings Wrapped in the presence of her family Not of her own blood…

George stepped out of the car and laid one foot down before stopping to see the throng already at the doors, and he was parked several hundred feet away. He let the other foot emerge from the car and hit the ground. Several other people whisked by without a word, clutching purses, pushing carts, holding…