Barbara Hamby: Ode on My Mother’s Handwriting
Her a’s are like small rolls warm from the oven, yeasty,
fragrant, one identical to the other, molded
by a master baker, serious about her craft, but comical, too,
smudge of flour on her sharp nose
May 11, 2025 · 21 Comments
Elizabeth Akers Allen: Rock Me to Sleep
Backward, turn backward, O time, in thy flight;
Make me a child again, just for to-night.
October 6, 2023 · 5 Comments
