Growing up me Uncategorized


We kept colorful marbles
in old Mason Jars, pilfered
with Grandma’s blessing

rabbit’s feet and other
youthful treasures smelled
like Grandpa’s Dutch Masters
under that cool flip-top lid

Our baseball cards were safe
beneath our beds, in rubber-
band locked P.F. Flyer boxes

our glass and cardboard
personal Fort Knoxes

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.