HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
This is a photo of my dad probably taken in the 1920s. How amazing for me to see him having a moment of leisure. When I knew him, he stood behind the counter of his grocery store fourteen hours a day, six-and-a-half days a week.
My poem, QUARANTINED, is now live on PACKINGTON REVIEW
http://www.packingtownreview.com/issues/15/shapiro/quarantined.html#.YGz9ZRNKjOQhttp://www.packingtownreview.com/issues/15/shapiro/quarantined.html#.YGz9ZRNKjOQ
HEY, I’M ALIVE!
Published this poem written before my husband came out of the nursing home
THE SEATTLE STAR just published my poem, STEEPED IN SEPIA
This poem arose from the vast amount of stuff I had to throw away in order to move to my new home and still I was choked with boxes. Click on the pink title. Click here for Steeped in Sepia