True Confessions

It has been several weeks now since I’ve written any poems anywhere. I’m pretending that they are stored away in my brain just waiting for a moment to spill out onto the computer screen (because, let’s face it, there’s no such thing as putting pen to paper anymore). Surely there’s some poem floating out there … More True Confessions

The Corner Stand

The Corner Stand The pick-up’s open tailgate displaysthe fruits of our labors – bushel basketsof fresh-picked sweet corn, Sugar Babywatermelon, zucchini, yellow squash,tomatoes, green bell and banana peppersall arranged in quart containers. It is unpredictable at the corner stand –will passersby, hankering for a dozen,see our shining vegetables, mouths wateringfor a taste of straight-from-the-vinecherry tomatoes, … More The Corner Stand