A Lemon Tree Grew Here
A lemon tree grew here all in one nightin the darkafter I left the room. I turned out the light, went upstairsto close my eyes. A bitter seed dropped out of my mouth. I was swallowed by sorrow. But your…
Darlene Witte
Professor of Education, (retired) at Johnson State College in Vermont leads the Green Mountain Writers' Poetry & Performance workshop that meets on Zoom each month on the 1st and 3rd Tuesdays at 7 PM ET. Find out more at https://www.meetup.com/green-mountain-writers
A Rag, and a Bone, and a Hank of Hair…
Granny, my mother’s mother, told me one day what she wanted written on her gravestone. I suppose I was 16 or so. It was a quote from Rudyard Kipling, but my aunt, her daughter, passed on the wrong one to…
Becoming the Invisible Child
When I was young, after my mother died, I chose to make myself invisible. I understand why. As a child who was trapped in my father’s world, I could not make another choice. I accepted the abnormal of his world…