BARBARA GATES

Halloween poems on bones

The alarm blasted staccato. Another damn car alarm shattering my concentration. How can I write with that assault? I tried to stretch open my mind, like the view on this morning’s hike, wide and serene. I tried to attend to the words on the screen. But the jarring noise exploded into my brain. I stuck my fingers in my ears. STOP IT! Or was it in the house? Bolting out of my study/zendo, I chased from room to room, my border collie Roxie in tandem, squealing at th