a poem by 
ANN RANDLETTE | Medical Assistant + Poet

MY three siblings and I run
out of our grandparents’ home, escape
our father’s furor, our mother’s drunken care.

We pile into the huge Mercedes. At the wheel
Grandpa Ceece guns the engine, grins
his toothy smile, says, “are you ready?”
and floors it.

We burst out of their blind driveway
onto the main road. Traffic
is a mystery we hurtle into.

I yell in fear and joy, eyes
open or closed, at the brake screaming close calls. We
rocket down the two-lane road, our
roller coaster ritual, slew
into the dirt parking lot at the little store
five minutes away.

After we meet the owner, greet
his dogs, we all sit out front
with our ice cream bars.

I answer Grandpa’s questions as we
all watch the gulls
plummet and rise above the waves.

 Photograph by Clem Onojeghuo

Ann Randlette
I've recently retired after a 40 year working career in various healthcare positions (medical assisting, vascular ultrasound, cardiac ultrasound). I've been writing for 10 years and in the past 5 months have taken poetry writing classes through Hugo House in Seattle, Wa, taught by the poet David Wagoner. The class has allowed me to meet other poets, get 2 of my poems published (Elegy for my Father, at Algebra of Owls, and Autumn Home at 50 Haikus). I write 5 days/week, draw, do collage, play with photography and am in the midst of finishing a remodel on the house I bought which will have a little studio space for all that art stuff....

it's been a slow process reintegrating it all back into my daily life as when I was working 40-50 hours/week all I could manage was sporadic writing...

and now I can't imagine not doing something creative on an almost daily basis...