by Mary McKSchmidt | Nov 11, 2025 | 2025, Poetry
Not me I told myself defiantly and then mailed the check for property taxes only to have it returned for lack of a signature and then typed laminated and taped the wrong WIFI password on the frig the night of her party confusing everyone and then sailed past our...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Oct 27, 2025 | 2025, Poetry
I still detect a whiff of you in the gold and brown recliner, the tweed chair to be hauled to a thrift shop tomorrow where a stranger’s scent will replace yours. It took twenty-four years of allergy shots to restore my sense of smell and today,...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Oct 13, 2025 | 2025, Poetry
What you may not know about Billy Martinis that in January of 1972, the same year he took the Detroit Tigers to their first American League East Championship,he met a young woman sports editoron a Tiger preseason press tour. It was the first time a...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Sep 22, 2025 | Blog Post, 2025
At a time when grief lurks in the background like a cat waiting to pounce in moments of vulnerability; when the headlines tempt me to roll into a cocoon of isolation, a poet creates a cinepoem that slices through the darkness and reaches a pinhole of light flickering...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Sep 1, 2025 | 2025, Poetry
This curious song sung by a frog appeared mysteriously, a do-loop in the brain that would not disappear shortly after her death. It was not “Oh what a beautiful morning,”“Take me out to the ball game,”“Let’s go fly a kite” or any of the songs we used to sing every...
