Monday, May 13, 2019

Nostalgia Haiku

Pee Wee’s Playhouse song
Her smell returns and her laugh
We’d watched since show one

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Only Children - a poem

My mother’s best friend was an only child. When he’d
give her books as gifts Mom could tell 
how significant the gift was to him 
by whether or not he wrote an inscription –
if there was no inscription, this was just a book he thought
she’d be interested in but might want to sell or give away
down the road. 
But if he wrote a message to her in ink
on one of the front pages
it was his timid way of asking her to keep the book forever,
to make sure to pack it along every time she had to
move to all those 
different, cheaper and cheaper apartments.
Mom noticed her best friend’s subtle longing because
she was also an only child,
and I noticed my Mom noticing 
her best friend’s subtle longing 
because I am an only child too. 

Thursday, February 21, 2019

My interview with Riot Grrrl Goddess Allison Wolfe

 Hi Readers,

The other day I had the honor of interviewing Allison Wolfe on the blog Please Kill Me.  Check it out!

Also, if you are a long-time reader (I'm talking mostly to myself now) you may remember that I interviewed her in issue #3 of my zine Sweetheart in 1993 or so when I was a teenager -- when the blog started it was mostly scanned copies of old sweetheart issues. Here it is:

xo Robin xo