Our past laid out before us today in plastic bins that held our memories in airtight safety.We found right hand/left hand crayon drawings that suddenly seemed sophisticated.We became retro as we claimed mom’s old/new accessories.We posed for pictures that had 20 years been taken as we found dad’s sweaters and ties.We read our teenage diaries aloud as if we actually had secrets from one another.But at the end of the day, I am here, you are there, and I can not help but wonder if we left…See More

Years ago we had a tree.A tree we climbed, swung from, and sat under for freshly baked mudpie picnics.A tree under which we created our own language.A tree that was our home.A tree so charming that it reminded her of a former Lover.A tree she cut down and wept for as the willows whispered, “I should have packed my branches in the night such as he.”See More