Barbara E. Young: Cousin Jill
I like a woman who can fall
Jack said to Jill.
September 29, 2021 · 2 Comments
Rita Sims Quillen: Sugar-n-Spice, Etc.
Once we sneaked out of a slumber party
tiptoed onto an icy bridge
still in our babydoll pajamas and
froze our prissy asses off
April 12, 2021 · 1 Comment
Rita Sims Quillen: First Memory
People never believe me
when I tell them I recall
waking in my crib, lying watchful
December 16, 2020 · 2 Comments
Rita Sims Quillen: Taste and Other Mysteries
little oily sardines to lay on saltines
which he would make disappear
into the smile under his moustache
October 21, 2020 · 6 Comments
