Dawn Potter: Why, as the evening steps forward,
as the late noise of traffic, of shrill birdsong,
dies away, do I always recall
those brief summers, when the old folks
reclined in the grass on the hill
June 16, 2025 · 16 Comments
Sydney Lea: The Yogurt Cure
I grow more and more reminiscent, it seems, though that’s a relative assessment. Like my old poetic hero Wordsworth, I opted for an elegiac tone very young in my writing … Continue reading
June 3, 2023 · 14 Comments
Diana Raab: Lessons from My Grandmother
I was ten years old the morning I found my grandmother dead.
April 29, 2023 · 4 Comments
Michael Simms: The Pecan Grove
he taught me
the geometry of carpentry
the mysteries
of plumbing, told me
dirty jokes
December 17, 2022 · 24 Comments
Sabine Oishi: Heart to Heart | The Grandmother Thing
Thanks to our grandchildren we have a future. We are their bridge back to the land of ‘before’. They are the road not yet traveled.
December 8, 2022 · 2 Comments
