Tag Archives: Needlework

THE GLASS

What I see– it is still me. . . I know this body, time and place. . . I recognize the shiny, frightened eyes, the nose, the chin, the drape of hair that frames the same, but somewhat older, face. … Continue reading

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems) | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

CINDERELLA EDGES STITCHED AND CROSSED

A deal we struck– you demanded due return for me to learn from you to turn your squeaky wheel, a step that in those days, I had to get to set me free. . . though never learned at mother’s … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment