“You deserve this,” the voice says.
Groundhog Day. Groundhogs Day. Groundhogs’ Day?
It is well
even when you can’t sleep Continue reading
Today was an ice-in. That means I live in Texas. If mother nature sneezes, we close up shop. Continue reading
through my eyes
Until her eyes
A leather chair
soft, spongy carpet, curled up like a perm.
One hall, 4 bedrooms.
A kitchen –
where my Paw Paw is
making his peach milkshakes.
Foggy, faux-glass cups.
Ice cream and peach particles
sliding down the throat,
Golf on the TV –
more in tune with the wood furniture
than modern plastic.
An afternoon stretched out
like cloth on an ironing board.
Pressed, warm to the touch.
a pleasant nap.
My Paw Paw in his white undershirt
whispy, disappearing white hair
and craggy nose.
Eyes as dark as wise.
Let me tell you a little story about a time when I failed.