Category: Poetry


behold, a mystery

Ripening roundness, sturdy moonbeam
Inscrutable and delicate
Sixteenth of our House,
First daughter to brave atmosphere
Hidden yet surely coming
Unknown yet foreknown
We unwrap your layers, a gift long awaited.



(Written April 13 and languishing unedited until now) We hadn’t been back since we lost the last one. “Lie down. This gel should be warm.” Do you know our history? our morbid list of problems? High-risk, our permanent label....


before the big ultrasound

My apologies to Baroness Orczy and The Scarlet Pimpernel. “They seek it here They poke it there Those doctors test it Everywhere! Will it be healthy? Is it he or she? That little, elusive, Number three!”