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There’s a mental scrapbook, bulging with sheets of nostalgia. I barely recall these keepsakes, even less what they meant. A former life, ages upon ages hardly missed in time’s shadows. As I leaf through the pages, they fade,...

Inspired by the ancient “Ship of Theseus.” Over years, pieces of the ship were replaced so that none of the original remained. Was it still the same ship? A loving dad and daughter hug, both on the verge of giggles. They know...

after Plath I once placed you up inside my head. Before we met, I knew other men, but replaced them all with you instead. I hung on every word you said or had you repeat again, again. I placed you up inside my head. I went...

A black phoebe lands on my dying yard of crab grass, flies off when I shift on my lounge, returns when I settle back down. Waits for the feeder to be filled. Chickadees trapeze on the avocado branches, stationed to swoop. Two...

for Myrtle Creek Nursery, now closed Here and there, among the low branches of old black oaks and sycamores, wooden hand-built bird houses hang like half-loaves for the robins and towhees, the bluebirds and orioles, for the...

“Anything is Possible for He Who Believeth” quote on the Presbyterian Church marquis, 1956 Sitting in the church between my grandparents, fireworks of spit like sparks spewed from the mouth of the pastor, a baptismal blaze I...

I am the keeper of the house. Locking doors, dimming lights. Tossing, turning racing, burning thoughts and visions flaming red. My tired body begs delivery into sleep. Some late nights before bed, when I kiss the soft warm heads...

shades of green pose against dull grey-brown. Sweet maple saplings stand in the woods, their foothold strong and balanced in the deep dark soil. New shoots of poplar have ruptured the forest floor. Through dense thicket, they...

Rain falls on palms and vines, bordering the lagoon at Broad Creek. It splatters against the wooden deck of a fishing boat moored to the pier. Even though the wind makes the reeds appear to tremble, the ducks descend into water...

became two sunflowers in the sun. When I blinked, you left your shadow for me to keep in the corner of my dream, and at night, it beckons me with one raised arm.   Joe Milosch worked as a trail locator for the Cleveland...

Night is opened by a moon as round as life, and all our words, like wind, roar then die down. November breezes shake moon rings onto rooftops, they bounce off our half-buried intentions and toll the time to our hearts. Time to...

Cycling around the lake, balancing between a warm November afternoon and a da Vinci blue sky, I measure passing time. There are still some golds and reds in the fading leaves. Mallards and Canada geese splash towards bread...