She awoke sitting upright in a plush, maroon armchair. Her return to consciousness was abrupt but gentle, marked only by her eyes opening and flitting around the room.
“Ah, finally,” a voice said, “she deigns to join us in the land of the living.” Continue reading “The winter visit”
NPR droned on about Donald’s tweets,
while I searched in my laundry basket for something chic
and wished I could hug Meryl Streep
if only I had time to brush my teeth.
Continue reading “Monday”
This counts because it’s words.
Anything can count if it’s somewhat understandable…
But then, should it count
if one goes back, months later
(or years later)
and can’t make any sense of what is written?
Continue reading “Words”