by Kathleen Widdoes Yesterday, after visiting my family in my small hometown of Wilmington, Delaware, I took the train back to New York City, my chosen home. Though it was a weekday, the platform was congested with people. Some stood naively about and others, like myself, train-savvy, were waiting in the place where the train’s […]
Author: Kathleen Widdoes
COUNTRY COUSINS
Watch out for those girls. I know their types.Didn’t I come from the same small town?I know what they’re looking for, wearing their innocence fashionablyhidden, longing for the unknown, the forbidden.Watch out for those girls. I know their types. Scheming… dreaming if only they couldgive their souls away…they would,hoping to find what they are looking […]
I BROUGHT HER TULIPS
She was older, the woman I loved.I wore my suspenders low to hold my boyhood hidden. I followed her. “Come”, she said,“Let us walk through the streets and note the qualities of people.” “What sport is that?,” I asked – football fresh,fallen too short for baskets, breathless from biking, wild boy me. “O, don’t you know,” chided she.“You child, you – no Anthony! But you can […]