Musical note, part one

Across the street fromĀ  your house is a small apartment building. Every so often, at the end of the month, someone will move out and someone else will move in. You sit in your upstairs office, the one with the green walls and the fuchsia and orange curtains –be not afraid of color– and glance … Continue reading Musical note, part one

Poem of the Week

Signing My Name – Alison Townsend An artist always signs her name, my mother said when I brought her my picture, a puddled blur of scarlet tempera I thought resembled a horse. She dipped the brush for me and watched while I stroked my name, each letter drying, ruddy, permanent as blood. Later, she found … Continue reading Poem of the Week