Six-and-a-half hours before midnight and the end of a year marked by more pain and loneliness and sorrow than I care to remember. “2020’s going out with a bang,” the FedEx driver calls out to me. I’m so sorry, I call back to him as he tries to extricate his box truck from the sodden muck that passes for my front yard. I hold my breath as he soldiers on in the dark. I’m sorry, I think to say again but he’s already back in his truck, his wheels free of the loosened earth as I do my best to cheer him on from the shelter of my porch.
revisionist history
the syncopated sound
of falling rain
holds an MFA degree in the translation of poetry from the University of Arkansas. Her short-form and free verse poetry appears in numerous journals and anthologies, including Contemporary Haibun Online, I-70 Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Minyan Magazine, Naugatuck Review, ONE ART, Sheila-Na-Gig, and Silver Birch Poetry. A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, she received a Haiku Society of America Merit Book Award in 2017 for Prayer for the Dead: Collected Haibun & Tanka Prose (Singing Moon Press, 2016). And as founding editor of Singing Moon Press, she feels privileged to have published several short-form anthologies, including Behind the Mask: Haiku in the Time of Covid-19.
