“Green” Mushroom grow in my garden my yard/under my bed/between my toes like sergeants—I kill green. Always have. This morning we draped your lace curtains around your Christmas cactus and violets growing on your window ledge and took pictures of your green thumb life. Written for PAD  Day 16 “Use the last line of yesterday’s poem for … Continue reading Green



 “Mushrooms” We plan dinner about every five minutes, This is what we do: You pull out each box of Instant and say we could add chicken, we could add broccoli, we could add mushrooms, Oh, no, you don’t like mushrooms. Oh, but I do and your smile delights even the crumbs on your four-day old … Continue reading Mushrooms