“I Have To Tell You” by Dorothea Grossman

I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.

Dorothea Grossman via Poetry Magazine (March 2010)

* Happy Birthday, Mom. I miss you every day.

“My mother is a poem
I’ll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.”

Sharon Doubiago

“Moonshadow” by Cat Stevens (Yusuf)

“It occurs to me that when I die…” by Dorothea Grossman

“It occurs to me that,
when I die,
they might find the necklace
I dropped behind the bed
and wonder
how long it was there,
and whether I’d missed it.
But will they care
about my favorite color,
my long-range plans,
or my habit of searching myself
for signs of rust?”

Dorothea Grossman, “Untitled” via Poetry