Tethered The grand-babies appeared among us, delivered on the doorstep, wrinkled like little rutabagas. They were new, untouched, plucked fresh from the garden, or wherever they come from, babies. No one knows. They showed up just as I was thinking... Continue Reading →
Another Morning The past lies in her hand like a dead bird, feathers spread, feet covered in dust. It frightens her, but still she holds it. Into the sadly turned nape, she reads her own failings, in the steely blue-black... Continue Reading →
Johnson County Exit Through the soupy January mix of darkness and rain, it is difficult to see the painted lines on the highway. The truck fishtails at 45. On-coming traffic—a hundred eye-like lights—push from the suburbs into the city, choreographed,... Continue Reading →
In Travel how certain objects become like organs of the body— wallet, zipper-folio with passport, visa, money, cell phone (ears and mouth— though different in that one need not constantly monitor the heart to beat or the lungs to breathe—... Continue Reading →
The Daily Grind After the five-day holiday, after almost a week of sleeping in and napping at will, he’s unprepared at half-past five to face the fact that it’s another workday to be endured, to slavishly slave away. Routine works... Continue Reading →
Guilt Eradication You can smell the past --Zahi Hawass-- It’s hard to live under layers of guilt— thick as scents of cinnamon and garlic. I inhale and exhale my mistakes as though they are who I am, not what I... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 