Sonnets are for Secrets (and Chow Chow)
I packed it tight, this tangle of a heart–
green tomatoes, mustard seed, red regret.
Each feeling sliced and jarred
Echoes of Summer
Once, in the waning dusk of an August too bountiful,
we were undone by the yield–
and embarrassing glut of
Jars on the Counter
They held, bless them,
through the full boil—
rattling like gossip in the canner,
steam curling up the windows,
everything
What Keeps Us
Some things you keep
without knowing why—
a button,
a postcard,
a half-spoken goodbye.
You keep them because
they hummed
