Tag: childhood

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Molly tells me you can read Your fortune in the bathtub: Run out, count the stars, then Lock yourself in the bathroom, turn Off the lights, and you’ll see Your grave in the bathtub—I did. But she must be lying. Oh what I wouldn’t…

I Went Out to Play

“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with objects it loves.” Carl Jung’s words illustrate the importance of play in our lives. From it come the things…

The Necessary

When I was a little girl, We had houses of shade Spaced along the road Where the sycamores And elms waved to us, Their branches longer Than time, leaves wider Than space, our hearts Scary with sunshine Too explosive to contain.

Holding Your Hand

We parked the truck and stepped out Onto the road that used to be a highway Of my childhood, winding through Mayes County To the Grand River bluffs, where my mother Said hobos made cave camps and where a train Ran a solitary line…

The Adult’s Song

So once upon a time When we bricked rectangles of hay into our houses, we suffered acne and the dream of escape, A stepfather who smothered your smile, The deadness of hours never ours. Open your heart. Open your heart.

The Water Between Us

In the rusted brown Chevy truck, You explore the back roads of my childhood With me, the creeks chilling my youth, The ditch where I fell over on my bike After a day in the sun. I lay there In the poison ivy shade…