Author Archives: Angie

His airport dropoff
Halts my “we’re still on break” bent
My New Year starts now

Back to school’s routine
Away from cold and ICE crimes
Living history

The weather weighed in
Mom’s January birthday
Delayed too often

It seemed like the one
A gift that caught him off guard
The smile proved it true

Before packing starts
We talk our way through the mall
Back to school routine

The work jockeying
Such theatric amusement
Comic or tragic?

More goon behavior
As the right tries to rewrite
What our eyes can see

I hear “I hate ice”
I wonder sidewalks or thugs
Right now both ways work