Worm’s-Eye View “Things are changing too fast,” says the grandmother, 73. “She doesn’t have to use the new things,” says the daughter, 15, digital native, born in the third month of a new millennium. The Thinkers say we’ve progressed as much
Eleven things I did not write a poem about The leak in my bathroom The new squeak from my car Sunshine or ukuleles The angst of adolescence Airplanes My mountains of laundry Moonrise over the mountain Peeps Red plastic cups in
“I think,” the boy said “Many decisions for kids start with candy.”(Day Two of the National Poetry Month challenge.)
Broken Pastry My grandmother’s pie crusts were perfect. Fragile containers holding the sweet fruits of her small hands’ hard work. My own crusts were hard and tough as I experimented and strayed from tradition. Until someone taught me a method I could master. Cold fat.