Linda's Poems

Downhill, Freak, Sliver I sleep later now that I am on the downhill side of life. Most mornings I miss the sun coloring with her o...

My Tribe Kylie is in the guest room with Danielle playing a game, their voices like Christmas bells ringing in my heart. My husband...

Saturday We kept breakfast simple: pumpernickel toast with peanut butter for him and a rice cake with egg salad for me. He puttered...

Hallway to Death She drank a bottle of vodka after the doctor refused to give her any more Percosets. We found her on the floor ...

The sun is a figment dissipated into memory. Rusty trees are reflected in the steel water. Fog floats over the mountain and blends in...

My Back Yard Is a strip of aluminum foil twinkling in the sun. I sit on the stairs watching fish jump in the canal. Circular wav...

Paper I reach into the bottom left drawer of my desk to find a sheet of paper. The one I pull out has a flowered border. I ad...