by Annis Cassells
Winter nights GrandPap sat Snug near the coal stove In the home-place dining room arthritic fingers wrapped around a time-worn pocket knife scored a scantling of well-grained wood with knife point markings true His opening cleave, Unlocked the wood’s walnut breath Silent shavings lined his lap Surrounded his straight-backed chair ‘Til bedtime, when links entwined Created a perfect chain
Annis Cassells is a longtime member of Writers of Kern. Her poems have appeared in print and online journals. In 2019 Annis published her first poetry collection, You Can’t Have It All. She’s a contributor in the 2020 social justice anthology, ENOUGH “Say Their Names…”