Hummel Poems - Poems about Hummel

...The moon raced ahead of us, like a thirsty dog. Mama wet her knickers earlier that day, she yelled at everyone, for she didn't see it coming. Later, we teenagers latch-keyed in, the empty h......Read the rest...

...Do not cry for me, for I am gone. When my ashes are brought home don’t place them on a mantel between the tacky Hummel figurines. No, tip them out onto the backyard but be sure the wind is not......Read the rest...

...We went back to my house, our hands not holding but lively nerves under our clothes still slow groping the unseen. The moon raced ahead of us like a thirsty dog. Mama wet her knickers earlier......Read the rest...

...We study our language when we are just born. First, we touch and hear, taste and smell, and then we see. We put a name on it. And we repeat it back by sound, motion, and symbols. Some words we ......Read the rest...