It was the night before Xmas, and somewhere around here
I sat alone with a drink, you know, holiday cheer.
A Visit from St. Covid?
Woman’s Meditation on Taking Down the Christmas Tree
The boxes, stacked in the garage, seem new to me, plastic with clip-lock lids, but we’ve had them for years. They’re dusty and drizzled by Floridian garage-fawna. They don’t look like the […]
A Few Thoughts on Taking Down the Tree
The boxes, stacked in the garage, seem new to me, plastic with clip-lock lids, but we’ve had them for years. They’re dusty and drizzled by Floridian garage-fawna. They don’t look like the […]
The Gloria Sirens 