For Charlie Because I have not died by my own hand or someone else’s. Because I have a little bowl of almonds from Spain, and even with a chip in it, the bowl’s blue rim reminds me of things unbroken. And because I can eat every...
Read MoreI saw your birds, black arrows on the long lines, making a racket in the lot until they startled at something and flew, turned the sky to night. The other things I didn’t say could fill a pitcher the size of my heart, all those...
Read MoreTiffany Is life really a matter of choice or chance? I thought about it on the ride here in my mom’s raggedy Chevy truck. Usually, I walk with my brother, but she doesn’t want her “little superstar” missing class. Mama Dukes...
Read MoreI carry love on my back, riding high on spine and scapula. Oh no, it’s not what you think. Love is never a burden. I am not usually bent from love’s weight. Very practically, I want love handy. There are days when I sling it...
Read MoreJust before dawn, wide awake, No sleep left to work out of me, The dregs of dreams cast From my head, the anxiety Of the irrational discarded, An essential amnesia, And the moon, hanging there, Only for me, and framed By the...
Read MoreNirvana is a silly Pursuit so long as there’s A semblance of hope Of love, of love, of love. It is in our nature (Instinct or policy) To cling to love, To cling to the thrill, though Love’s brevity is suffering, An expectation...
Read MoreWhen I arrive at clavicle, humerus, Acromion, the view is breath-taking, A vista nothing like the map. Still, after thirty-some years, I am a fortuitous Norseman, Longboat aground upon the shore; I discover the northern-most...
Read MoreSteel-legged chairs fill the cramped meeting room. The focus is on the shiny dispenser at the back. Styrofoam cups are filled and refilled one last time with hot black brew. At least five of the nine foremen are smoking, so...
Read MoreI am whimsy, energy and creative spirit I am wildflowers and daisies and giant sunflowers I am bananas and school buses, and the caution at a stoplight I am the famous golden arches and salty oily french fries I am slices of...
Read MoreI hover above garage flying like a slow owl. See my child-home like I did in a dream many years ago. Silence stays awake in crisp windless moonlight. I glide over pungent backyard. Nasturtiums and lilacs whiff in midnight air....
Read MoreFear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition. Reason they have not yet thought of Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what. Or any other foolish question. Mary Oliver Evening bids me to my rose garden....
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