Loose Leaves

Ypsilanti, MI. I pulled the curtains to watch from the window sill of the Book Love Bar. Every first Friday at 7 p.m. was their monthly open poetry and prose mic.

This morning there were “approximately 1882” elm trees in Ann Arbor. This afternoon there are “approximately 1881.”

My favorite place, Ann Arbor, my grandparents’ house. I go once or twice a year, my whole life. I imagine the smell of the turkey on Thanksgiving Day, prepared by grandma. I imagine the smell of grandpa’s old books,...

At the Sonic Lunch Concert Series Ella Riot playing one day, a band of five, all in their twenties, doing their thing, electro, techno, funk, fusion, rock– don’t know exactly what to call it– and people of all ages...

Mid-morning dawns slow over arbored lawns,Where collegiate airs mix with quirky town affairs.Now traverse Washington & State, downtown cosmopolitan and quaint;Breath stilled at the view long west ‘cross avenues,Sun’s sleepy...

Remember 2016 was hard. If you are a Hillary fan, a democracy fan, a fan of this country, a Wolverines fan, a Tigers fan, a Lions fan – just about everything you could root for lost. Defeat after defeat after defeat. But what...

When I was a young I spent most of the year dreaming and pining for those wonderful months of summer – days filled with sandy feet and sun burnt noses and evenings spent lying outside looking up at the sky with my sister...