Author Archives: Sarah Cosgrove
I am standing at the checkout line at my local Harris Teeter and I sneeze into my arm so that I don’t spread germs all over the woman ringing up my groceries. I hear “Bless you.” from behind me and … Continue reading
I drive into the local Tractor Supply parking lot, windows down, McDonald’s large nonfat latte in hand, and am one of a few cars and supply trucks here on this early morning. I pick my usual spot with the sun … Continue reading
Your eyes, half-hidden under a mound of hair, peek out with curiosity and wonder.
Twirl me round with wide, wild steps. Never let go. photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Phenakistoscope_3g07690b.gif
My bloodstained boots Carry me through doors Into foreign lands And hostile territories. Generations And generations Of ancestors At the mercy of their cells Follow closely behind.
As your arms wrap tightly around me, I wonder if your face had the same expression when you hugged your wife after French toast with powdered sugar.