Dream Hotel

What follows is a note and poem that my mother sent me about seven years ago, after I published a chapbook of my poetry titled, “Dream House.”  I am posting it here (and on my other blog) in honor of Mom’s 78th birthday. (Happy Birthday Mom.) Hi...

Birthday Poem

Going Gray I am winter’s unrelenting frost, I am the tresses Rapunzel’s suitors Never anticipated. I am an unwanted birthday party Of stubborn guests. I am a painting after the rain has streamed over it, Colorless tears crying its length. I am the alchemist’s...