Hats

I wear them when it’s cold and when it’s blazing hot. Winter hats cover my ears and brow, and summer hats shield my eyes and keep my cheeks and nose from frying and blistering. A fedora of my husband’s was made of a straw-like mesh. He thought it would keep his head cool and wore … More Hats

Holes in the Theory

His rhythmic strikes,and dawn’s harsh glarearrive at once,a shrill alarm. Relentlessly,he hammers,plumbs,exposing crumbsof wood and grubs. His point is clear: how sharp of himto make it so precisely, at facade’s expense. ©2020 All Rights Reserved

Doors

Before the hare, before the hole,before the twisted dream,there was the door, its frame petite,its contents undisclosed. Was she deceived?Did she believe the world beyondwould match its portal’s size? Or was it hopethat made her drink,despite the waistcoat, watch,and steep descent?A rabbit’s warning cry? Too late, I fear, too late. How soon until we wake? … More Doors