Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Category: Poetry
Shoveling on a Saturday in February
I wake up as if a dead personFlat on my back, arms arranged Practicing for the futureAqua pajamas, wrong pink top Cat chewing imaginary foodNext to my ear ***** The mother and daughter one table over are having tequila shots with orange slices. I… Continue Reading “Shoveling on a Saturday in February”
Succession in the Woods
I had to take a breatherRecalibrateStop petting my dead dog in my sleep Camping seemed wise, immersiveMosquitoes Weak from campfire smoke but still biting My arms dotted with rows of bitesLiving dog Lying unaware on a bed of ticks She catches a disk of… Continue Reading “Succession in the Woods”
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Question: Where do you see yourself in ten years? I’ve answered this question before but perhaps it was ten years ago so it’s time to reassess, realign, recalibrate as they say, those devotees of alliteration, which I’m not, the a’s just happen by accident… Continue Reading “86”
Blue Dresses and Beloved Curls
I’m doing that thing againOrdering dresses online, blue onesTonight, I noticed all the dresses are blueThey still have their tagsI don’t wear dresses anymore I looked through my brother’s scrapbookWhile he was dying in the living roomThere was a photo of my mother sitting… Continue Reading “Blue Dresses and Beloved Curls”
Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
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