Long after the train passed
the rails still hummed.
At night in the quiet
you could hear them
is what ghosts are:
No unfinished business
for left behind
Only faint fading evidence
someone came through
I had a dream before you died
your house became a maze.
The walls had owls with yellow eyes.
We tried to find our way outside
but all the doors and windows
had somehow disappeared. Continue reading “Goodbye Home”
(A (mostly) light-hearted Q&A poem based on things I’ve been asked about OCD.)
Continue reading “OCD FAQ”
It was a very eventful fall for me and my family.
Continue reading “Going into hibernation”
Once a year or so
we traced mailbox letters,
traipsed turkey-scented hallways,
bore holiday bags and boxes
to dark doorways in strange buildings
where Mom tentatively knocked.
Continue reading “Year of the Hot Dog”
ombré golden gown
bones. Continue reading “A tiny fall poem”
That night we drove down
a seemingly familiar street
that came to a sudden end
in a pool of darkness,
the weak beams of the headlights
no match for the swallowing void. Continue reading “Flood”
At eleven, I didn’t have the word to describe it.
I didn’t have the right words to tell, either.
So when I tried to ask for help
I got an eye-roll that said boys will be boys.
Continue reading “Violation: A Poem”
This poem is a rework of an older one, inspired by today’s daily prompt: Frantic
We never did find the cat in question…
Continue reading “Bones”