“The question, son is simple and must be answered: why?” The temperature in the inside of my mind is rising to the point I’m experiencing fever-like symptoms, a penetrating sense of malaise enveloping my body as the...
Read Morea cold breeze through dwarfed spruce, or is it hemlock filmy curtains? some surprise left by virgin endurance acting to restrain drifting waves on which a junco’s soft arrival leaves a wrong done by...
Read MoreWhat leaves catch, lips press, wind hesitates between burrow gleam wash and tremors. All eyes propped-up: stem-ends hold cancellation quick-fall back from tangent shade trembling below. Here at rest, in recess, we grip like a...
Read MorePomegranates are not fruit; they’re a task. A multi-seeded, succulent, red and sweet job that requires skill, time, and a hefty spoon. Their leathery skin protects a treasure trove of juicy arils, nature’s equivalent...
Read MoreWe sit by the roar of the falls after the hurricane, the rush of the brook crashing beside the pump house, spray flecking the bridge traversing the current, streaming brown with the topsoil it has carried...
Read MoreYou would heat cardamon seeds and white wine when you couldn’t sleep. I drink another glass of Bordeaux to try to decompress from caregiving the woman I live with who has Alzheimer’s. You would have respected our...
Read MoreI could tell by the hush even walking down the back stairs that it could have fallen overnight. It wasn’t until you opened one of the blinds that we saw its whiteness, that initial surprise covering the ground with its...
Read MoreSteeping into the coolness this morning onto the back porch to savor the breeze before the temperature rises the last day of the heat wave, we scan the tree break, eventually noticing a female...
Read MoreEven when our bodies are quiet as we sit by the window reading, they’re messaging each other like the maples below our window, companions since sapling-hood who nourish and warn through roots and capillaries, one tree so attuned...
Read Moreeasily seen in night sky as we sit nestled in deckchairs heads tilted the Perseids flashing over lake all the way to Ironton on the other side of the universe past the dirt road enclosed with pine & newish construction that...
Read Moreunder the circumstances within the brigade of afterthoughts a dainty seismic march goose-stepping into the future while offering party favors for the dead those with last wills & without testament holding forth excuses long...
Read More“Does the power go out often?” Rain flushed over the closed window—I pulled the curtain wide so I could keep an eye on the outside. The big old pine by the drive swayed with limbs made limber with Spanish moss, ready for flight...
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