I have refined a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. This is a villanelle, with its own rules for construction. This is an excellent brain exercise for someone like me, a novice poet. Echoes of Three Superstition suggests death comes in threesAs homage to the Holy TrinityIf it should happen, will you fall…

Yesterday, we celebrated Rachael and Andrew’s baby, Milo Andrés, who is due to make his appearance in the next month or so. Andrew’s mom did all the decorations; Liz and Andrew’s cousin, Natalie, came up with all the games; Ron’s mom made lots of food; and I made an agave-sweetened lemon pie. Three of Rachael’s…