Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Tag: poetry
Getting Home in the Snow
My car’s dashboard has a light to tell me I’m skidding, as if the car’s actual skidding wouldn’t be enough indication, and the light was on all the way home from the movie theatre as approaching cars waved their uncertainty at me, getting hit…
Tell Me Your Story So I Can Make It Mine
If a person hears a storyfrom someone who, say, was just talkingand then tells that story to othersI’m wondering who owns the story If the story is about being afraid, so afraidthat one sits terrified, looking out the windowfor a car that might drive…
The Map in My Pocket
There are a lot of hurting people. Sad people, sick people, people shiveringin the dark, people covering their eyes with their hands,sick with grief and longing. I’m not one of them.My hurting times were so long ago, I’veforgotten how to be frantic, how to…
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect.
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
