Linda's Poems

Just a short one today. I'm poemed out! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My jeans hang on the clothes line running in place squatt...

Just Another Slap in the Face I got home late today, fatigue dripping from my shoulders like a backpack slipping to the floor. I le...

He’s been working on his new motorcycle in the cellar for months, now. This one started as old Harley parts that were just begging t...

The piggybank of our life is full of coins: the copper pennies of everyday business, the chunky nickels of laughter, the thin dimes...

No It’s a razor blade cutting slashes in an arm, the sun pulling a quilt of clouds up over her head. It’s a husband turning away in bed, a m...

As a recovering addict I have to be careful during vacations not to have the TV on channel 6 at 1pm because that is when Days of our...

I wrote this at the Unity Street Park overlooking the river. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Androscoggin River in high spring ...