Eyes Forward Morning is tired and sagging, waiting for noon. In fifteen minutes, it will rest until tomorrow. In fifteen minutes, a fresh batch of faces will stir in the school’s cafeteria where the aroma of pepperoni pizza seeps in... Continue Reading →
Next Time Sometimes I tell my father about a city he should visit, and — its being far, his being almost ninety — he says, “Okay, next time.” Meaning, in his next life, a new set of chances for catching... Continue Reading →
Me, Bukowski, and Our Cats This cat was always around me, it didn't leave me alone. And, most times, I didn't mind. It just quietly prowled the room, and then found a place to curl up and sleep. I remember... Continue Reading →
The Silk Kimono Jacket is tossed in this bargain box, its sleeves tangle in waves of faded silk swans and blooming flower patterns, purple and peach run from the horn of the iris's trumpet. Many have worn it... the wedding... Continue Reading →
Lunch Proposal Humility is limp, impotent as blanks in a musket when she shoots to her seven year old feet. Her sky faded eyes are softer than candlelight, but there is no timidity in her Mars colored cheeks. She abandons... Continue Reading →
After the Thaw Squealing terns race off like winged kittens from walled gardens, quilted by overnight flurries. Snow in a frenzy, in a hurry, freefalling in the dark. Mount Brandon's peak an iced cake. Alien snow boulders sit on sterile... Continue Reading →
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