Debris from the garage

fighting spiders

for space


hairs rising

skin creeping

as imagined

brown recluses



from debris to skin


and if they bite

and if I die


no one will find

a cell phone

with a signal.




Barbara A. Meier is learning to deal with loss: loss of a marriage, estrangement from her children, loss of respect for public education, and just maybe, loss of a job. After thirty-three years of marriage she has returned to writing. Writing is helping her deal with her losses. When she is not surviving through words, she teaches first grade. She has seven poems accepted for publication in Ancient Pathways, Miller’s Pond, Poetry Pacific, and River Poets Journal.