by Carolyn M. Crane | Jun 2, 2016 | Community, Essays |
I have known you for so long, many of you since you were three or four years old. I held a few of you as infants. In the early days, I washed your cuts and pushed you on the swings in the schoolyard. I dried your hands when you passed through the wash line before...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Oct 6, 2012 | poetry
This poem first appeared in the 1987 Suisun Valley Review under the title “Innocence and the Bulbs”. My peach zippered-down formal crackled As you reached in, finding my back, Fumbling with my Norform AA bra strap. My back was all you dared to touch That...