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one white face in herd of velvet-black cows, tall goat straight legged on trunk of rusty car rough grey grass, sky thick with lofty clouds hanging over treeless expanse, snow sprinkled brush– April in...

warmish breeze touches bursting new leaves rosebuds emerge from snowmelt and I, wearing new black patent shoes straw hat with yellow cloth daisies and pink cotton candy coat have a good reason to go to church After a career in...

The roadrunner cartoon over, The movie previews done, The lights finally went down, When a tall, looming silhouette, Big and strong like John Wayne, Came up the darkened aisle of the old Ritz Theatre in the spring of 1968, when...

A phonograph on the high-top table and a conductor’s baton. Unless you slide the cabinet door, reach in, you will not guess the favorite record he would play, cueing his invisible orchestra. Still in front, hair-wild Toscanini,...

Pardon our dust, excuses the hospital lobby, my son and I (here for flu shots) directed to a makeshift fourth-floor lab. Stepping off the elevator to a humming nurses’ station, we eye doorways triangled open down the corridor....

Here is a chair; there a music stand–– atop its ledge, a scribbled map of what we will become. And who is the first to grace the stage? Lady of the amber harp, her spike heels anchored, her toes tapping the pedals. The twang and...

At dawn’s pink tinge we heard the bell, unzipped from sleeping bags to pull ourselves from bunks, iced feet to planks, donning sweatshirts. The cabin door banged as we ran to climb the corral fence, perched and watched the...

You did not imagine rising in the dark,  slipping on the hardwood, falling. You must have tripped over the book you were reading before you slept or was it your wobbly ankle? You did not know how alone you would feel sprawled at...

Whatever flailed or failed, he tried to fix with rubber bands and wire, nails and splints— clothesline pulley, oven door, typewriter, rake toilet float, furnace door, throttle, drain, and I too have tried to keep the world in...

The Band-Aid over the biopsy scar. The atomic jellyfish floating along on its IV stand. Blood bag. Wheels attached to shackles, jaws wide open. The same red tape that Charles, King of Spain and Holy Roman Emperor, used to bind...

watching you leave, I fear the distance you must travel. So I wait while you fiddle with starting the car— all the things you do— shuffle out of your coat, adjust the mirrors. I remain at the door if it is cold like today, 14...

The clouds are generous, always forgiving who they were and who they become, and water likewise, knowing its certain way through the most circuitous crevice to the all-accepting sea, but I am not sure I know how to fill...