Listen

Listen

In the distance I hear a rooster. He’s persistent, this one, afraid we didn’t hear him the first time. He repeats his song–a cockle, an alarm, a lament. It’s midday and he’s waking no one. The air conditioner just cut on. I’m...
Don’t cry for me Argentina

Don’t cry for me Argentina

It’s been a joke for years, a decade maybe, and it became stock answer for just about anything that ailed me– chronic insomnia?  menopause uncharacteristic mood swings (For the one who never experienced PMS.  Hate me.)?  menopause aggravating...

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