Content to live in my imagination
Since what I call the chronic
struck I have abandoned
A wise man named
lives in our basement.
An old newel post with
and trim, he stays, immovable,
waiting, as I ponder what gift I could possibly
I have a purple cape of imitation
with sparkling gold trim to wear on days when I am
At home, Conrad and
Sarah Bigham teaches, writes, and paints in Maryland where she lives with her kind chemist wife, their three independent cats, an unwieldy herb garden, several chronic pain conditions, and near-constant outrage at the general state of the world tempered with love for those doing their best to make a difference. A Pushcart nominee, her poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have appeared in Bacopa, descant, indicia, The Quotable, Rabbit, Serving House Journal, Touch, and other great places for readers and writers. Find her at www.sgbigham.com.