three monostichs by Audrey Gran Weinberg

TIMING

My parents crumble while rockets fall and I send my own memoir rockets in simultaneous attack.

 

 

REMEMBERING      

Stranger’s hands touching me, under the newspaper on his lap, as the bus bumps along.

 

 

PAIN

The drama that ensues from hurting the ones who behaved poorly.

 


Bio:

Audrey Gran Weinberg, born 1963, lives in the Netherlands with her husband and two grown children. She is American born and Israeli bred and sailed through the South Pacific as a child. She develops and gives workshops on Personal Development at the business school of Amsterdam University of Applied Sciences (AMSIB)


Photo by Alessio Lin on Unsplash


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