Sally Van Doren I felt strong; language and whole milk had repaired our shredded spring. Then, snow fell and a strange woman answered your phone. “Stella’s fine,” she said. My stomach soured at her cheer. You and your backache are teaching me what it is to lose a friend. I spoil you by learning well.… More


Sally Van Doren It being December I stopped by Stella’s to bring her An amaryllis, One dozen free-range chicken eggs And a jar of my raspberry jam. She had just lit up. “I’m so dizzy today.” I breathed in that grassy air And we became cozy Together in her bedroom; she Nestled like Marilyn Monroe… More