I have a checkered history with Halloween. It started when I was a little girl and my overworked mom took me to a late afternoon dental appointment at the end of October. Unfortunately, this end-of-October date was “Beggar’s Night,” which, in my childhood state, was the traditional ...
A very drafty poem that is simply a rant going about my head. I appreciate that it may not truly be a poem. The drawing above is by a friend of mine, Diana Barco, taken from my book of poems,Going on Somewhere. The photograph below is mine, taken a couple of years ago in Ahmedab...