Walls of Serenity “Take my hand” he says pulling back golden threads of wisdom hanging swiftly from an unseen ceiling Walls of serenity closes in on me as I feel the soft skin of his palm pressing against mine ... Continue Reading →
Another Hot One The meteorologists predict another hot day a dangerously hot one, in fact a day they advise you to stay inside or park yourself next to the water. Willard Beach is jammed by 7:45 a.m. it’s a small... Continue Reading →
The War Against the Ants The ants marched up from the cellar through a crack in the bathtub caulking twelve abreast. No wonder they're called an army. We sprayed poison. What else can you do? If only we were Zen... Continue Reading →
Closing Time The last two weeks of August feel like last call people are frantic, in a bit of a panic summer is rocketing by so instead of ordering one more Black Russian or Rusty Nail they squeeze in one... Continue Reading →
Ennui I am a wall. I circle in tight corners, level and square. I have no door. I've been bleeding out all over the house. I can walk up and down stairs tens of times. My powers of distraction are... Continue Reading →
Reading Seamus Heaney While Watching Baseball Funeral in Derry shouldering my father's casket. Fastball on the outside corner catches the cleanup hitter looking. Grandfather cuts sod, downing a pint of milk amidst green, rolling fields. Batter tops ball toward third... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 