Posts tagged Grandmother

Ruminantia

in Poetry on January 24, 2023 January 20, 2023

My grandmother only calls me to complain about deer and their incomplete bodies. Her backyard gutters with fog, so they bother her piecemeal. On monday she finds antlers stitched into moss and forsythia. Or on…

Fabric

in Dog Days of Poetry Poetry on July 18, 2022 July 12, 2022

Faded, threadbare, my earliest memories are stitched together by the whir and click of my grandmother’s Singer 66. She kept me clothed—through the corn-silk heat of Iowa summers to the snow-blind winters with ruptured water…