Passing on Grace by George Bishop The word and the act at dinner became unclear— the goodwill of allowing everyone equal portions seemed more meaty, the secret recipe of something- battered fish closer to the prayer we all prayed differently.... Continue Reading →
Cleaning Up (away from the shelter) by George Bishop After dinner, after the good hunt has gone to bed, I think about how easy it was to pass on a few things, how No and Thank you had that momentary... Continue Reading →
Barrier Island after a sudden loss by George Bishop I know the absence, the gravity of everything unoccupied, missing shapes that were shaped so much like you, the permission to shift blame seemed a given—forgiveness felt close, close as it... Continue Reading →
Climbing the Stairs of an Old Hotel by George Bishop This was no hotel—not then and barely now. The freight elevator, the only elevator, says so. So—I take the stairs. At each landing I sense a fire door opening somewhere... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 