by Alison

Death weaves into leaves,

vines, branches and flowers, too.

All is crackling brown.

by Kelly

I’m a foreigner

in his immigrant family —

it’s complicated

by Alison

so many mothers

feel too much guilt I wonder

if dads feel the same

by Kelly

I give her a bath.

She exacts doggie revenge.

Poop in my closet.

by Alison

family bickering

laughing and loving in the

thanksgiving kitchen

by Kelly

I give thanks for the

abundant love in my life,

shelter, health and hope.

by Alison

my lungs feel opened

with fresh cold air from the hours

spent raking wet leaves

by Kelly

Sunday matinee

feels more romantic than a

date night Friday night

by Alison

Pecan, Key Lime or

Coconut Black Bottom Pie?

Help me choose the one!

by Kelly

Christmas calendar

is getting complicated

still one month away