The first time I remember waking up in the night was in the winter time when I was about six.Read more.
Mother Read to Me
(the poet refers to reading to boys, but girls work here just as well) I had a mother who readRead more.
In amongst these piles of sacks There lives a tiny mouse And hidden far from human’s view He has anRead more.
A Poem of Subtle Joy
The Orange By Wendy Cope At lunchtime I bought a huge orange- The size of it made us all laugh.Read more.
The Saddest Kid Ever
The kid looked like a poster child for depression, a hang-dog look and a stooped manner that silently cried out,Read more.
Jimmy and the Wedding Gift
Dear Iola and Jubal, What a lovely wedding, what a beautiful day, what a wonderful meal we all got toRead more.
The Hog Slaughter at the Neighbor’s Farm
Slaughter memories. The screaming and squealing was like nothing I’d heard before. The frightened sounds of terror on B-grade horrorRead more.
Laura Ingalls Wilder Thoughts
With the coming of another new year we are all… a year older. Just what does it mean to us–thisRead more.
Grandpa Ole Visits Daytons
In the 1930s, my grandfather visited downtown Minneapolis, helped along by Uncle Leonard and Aunt Ann. Uncle Lawrence from theRead more.
Sleep by Silvestri
The evening hangs beneath the moon, A silver thread on darkened dune. With closing eyes and resting head I knowRead more.