Up against her wall Set her self apart, this stage Here she does not play… Read the post4 A.M., She Clacks Her Nails
Past ten: service, loss Daughter, mother, father, more Fresh thin layer of snow ♦ —Jodi… Read the postDecade on the Brink of Born
Just can’t pass it by Fingers move, slow confidence She completes the job ♦ —Jodi… Read the postUpon Encountering A Necklace, HOpelessly Tangled, Naked On The Way to THe Shower
Heart, pounding too fast Belies silver fingernails Metal, she is not ♦ —Jodi Vander Molen… Read the postRobot Girl
#1: Sorting coins apart Pennies into plastic bag Silver on my lap #2: Jewel case… Read the postDeathbed Hobbies
Coffee splatter burn These unraked leaves, unready Power lines shed soon ♦ —Jodi Vander Molen… Read the postFirst Snow, Again
Flash of equal fates Possibility? Despair? Flip it: heads or tails ♦ —Jodi Vander Molen… Read the post5 a.m., with a start
