I was honored to read “My Mother’s Ghost Scrubs the Floor at 2 a.m.” yesterday at a celebration of local Pushcart Prize nominees at Irvington Vinyl and Books in Indianapolis. Read the poem here: The Indianapolis Review.
I was honored to read “My Mother’s Ghost Scrubs the Floor at 2 a.m.” yesterday at a celebration of local Pushcart Prize nominees at Irvington Vinyl and Books in Indianapolis. Read the poem here: The Indianapolis Review.
Great read – thank you!
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Thanks, Jazz. I had fun recording and editing this piece.
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Awesome reading!
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Thanks very much, Jay.
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Thank you. Love the unexpected humor in the line about having a Swiffer. You captured the feeling of growing older while being haunted by departed parents. Old hurts linger as new ones take root in the body.
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Thank you. I’ve reached that “certain” age of uncertainty, wherein aches of all sorts inhabit the body (and spirit), but laughter still resides there, too.
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There’s nothing like elevating an already worthy poem with a reading, something you do so well.
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Thanks, Ken! The reading was fun.
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Wonderful poem (once again)! 🙂
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I’m so pleased it held up for you!
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