by Trudi Young Taylor


(A Love Story For Poets)

He read Mark Strand poems into my phone. Masculine firmness mouthing each word. Susurrus of certain phrases.

A Writer’s Dilemma

I am coaxing my mind to ooze into another writer’s words.

The Tulip Tree

Before my sister’s high school graduation, we stood alongside my mother’s Pinto.

The Keyhole To The Sky

“If you look really hard, not with your head
but your soul,” he said…