girl in a coma

I: the mother                        I sit by your side as sleep blossoms                        within you, unfolding like a morning glory at dawn. Long ago                        the doctors sent you home. Friends no longer                        come to visit; they have children                        of their own to care for.  twenty-nine years                        you have lain here. never…

when frost comes early to a widow’s garden

worrying about her roses          the old woman glanced          through window panes. she wrung her hands, wrought with frantic agitation. such beautiful blooms took time and tender care. she stood feebly upon her frail legs, twisted like dogwood. hobbling, wheezing, she trudged across her floor like swamp moss….