Quilts and Flowers

  It finally happened last year– I went to look in the mirror and saw my mother. I thought about how swiftly life can zoom past while we are in the fast lane, but when we move over to the slow lane, we get a glimpse of the rearview mirror. Flowers and quilts come to…

Chicken Head Poem

Not sure if you’ve ever felt like this, but I have many times. I am the chicken.   I feel like a chicken; its lovely feathers plucked out one by one Bald and naked running about pecking the ground They cut off my head with a bloody ax, but I still run. They stand around…