(a poem) by Erin M Yarbery + + + He is the cornerstone. She is the door. He is the lion. She is the roar. He is the music. She’s the inspiration. He believes in life. She relishes imagination. He offers balance. She offers support. He is the referee. She is the sport. He makes…
First of all, who comes up with these names? "Coronavirus" immediately makes me think of Corona, the beer brand. (#1. I don't drink beer. #2. Maybe I should be asking where the name for the drink originated.) COVID-19, on the other hand, sounds like a space rocket or an undercover mission of some sort. "Launching…
I know these woods -- the long drive to get here through the countryside; the dirt roads that can periodically almost jolt the teeth out of one's head; the leaves falling to the ground thick as thieves stealing away the greenery as seasons change; the growing scent of smoke in the air as we near…
I sit on the sugary-white-sand beach and watch my kids from a short distance. The waves are small. The sand is soft and clean. It's a family-friendly area, a beautiful location, and our comfortable, rented condo is directly behind us. My husband is nearby, too. I adore watching them play here. I am grateful for…
There is a running list in my head - a scoreboard, if you will - of all the things he's done wrong today; everything from dirty laundry on the bathroom floor to the open closet door I've begged him to shut again and again. He didn't offer to fold laundry last night and the trash…
