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My husband returns from the Safeway Empty-handed, and without his familiar jovial twinkle. Sweetie, where are the groceries? I ask. He had gone to buy non-perishables, hearing on King 5 News of sudden shortages of toilet paper,...

Leaves play whirlwind, tease each other as school children often do: flakes of paint fly from village houses to join them. Wind is calculated from the Beaufort zero to the mischief of trashcans upended: smack and boom: swirling...

Up earlier than necessary, I settle in the dark living room rocker facing west as if waiting for horses to amble by. The moon descends the mullions, glass rippled as a fishpond: obligations still asleep. Reverie-moon conjures...

You cannot argue with May flowering forth its fragrant invitations: you cannot refuse primrose dawn its fading, its blinding of stars, cannot ignore messages from humble gods who daily try to tell us what to do. A bucket list, a...

I chase boxes around the legal page: check or leave empty: not multiple choices, not decision trees. My father is dying in the next room. The hospice nurse is of genuine cheer, but her prayers lack the necessary wings. Outside...

It is late in the afternoon when They land in a glide on the stubble Of the wheat field to gorge on what The threshers have left behind. Yellow aspen leaves leave A welcome mat on the steel-gray Water of the neighborhood pond...

I do not know What it is about Chocolate that is So compelling So pleasing So addicting. Perhaps it is Its inherent bitterness Transforming our own As we cut it to taste With milk and sugar. The Aztecs knew, Even then, it was...

After Jubilate Deo by Christopher Smart For she absorbs chaos as sponge absorbs spill. For she ingests the blare-bursting, gas-burning hell-making steel-plastic uproar of 21st century highways. For she soothes what is driven by...

when a word swells and bursts into blossom-dripping sweetness when the butterflies that are your ears get stuck and your small insect feet can’t pull out wouldn’t that be a way to die—to starve after the quickly-emptied promise...

that summer my grandmother rinsed soapy water off her infant son’s – my father’s – shoulder with the water from her cupped hand my hands were buried in the future between layers of mornings afternoons and nights and the hands of...

A disconnected phone where people can make calls to lost loved ones. Originated in Japan. Where are you my friend of forty years living in a foreign land a land of forgotten words unfinished sentences silences stretching like...

I don’t know how he does it Oxycontin days, Seroquel nights spent in spasms of pain I don’t know how he does it doctor after doctor sighing and turning away, after ablations, infusions, and off-label drugs don’t work I don’t...