Here’s a poem from my book Vexed Questions: Shabby The shabby furniture belies its joy,the wrinkled steel of shabby venetian blinds, shabby toy left in the corner’s dust, shabby try at reconciliation, shabby attempt at concealment, shabby sweater vulnerable to drafts,life in the shabby lane, where all is frayedand everyone’s afraid, a frayed remains,a shabby, ratty scarf. Shabby firstContinue reading “Shabby Truths”