Sheree La Puma-Watson

This is true. There were three of them. They lived down the street on the opposite corner – father, mother, daughter. They lived in the suburbs and their daughter grew up. Her name was Mary. Mary Beth, really, but the boys in the neighborhood shortened it. This seems ironic now, because her name had a mere three syllables. We were …

“Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.” ~ William Shakespeare Hijacked by the wind, dropped down towards earth like a used lead condom a winter twig – unwraps her skeleton – unzips her buds. Bare, shameless, transmuted, a first-fruit offering, quiet–still-glad, on a rutted asphalt altar. Waiting – like a seed to be planted. Listening- for the prophecy of spring. …