Linda's Poems

Canteloupe sky behind a palm tree jostles my eyes awake. The remnant of last night's disappointment shrinks as the sun peeks f...

The Rest of the Story The clock is ticking seconds away one after another. I try to catch the clicks but they dissipate into the pas...

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...