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On the back road to the drive-in out on the highway, an old railroad man living in a cabin small as my bedroom spent his days building purple martin houses and his summer evenings sitting out in a rickety-looking kitchen chair...

I have been talking with myself more, lately. I had occasionally offered a necessary reminder, such as “That was really stupid!”– but no extended dialogues. And needless to say, I have often talked at objects– open dishwashers...

A good poem will surprise you, like a jagged piece of rose quartz shining up from the crushed rock scattered along the pathway, waiting to be picked up, dusted off, tucked into a pocket until you find a good place for it; or...

Fishing through boyhood not knowing the journey testing the waters currents to come… hours upon him reeling and tossing looking within pole on the edge of the vast lake now stirring memories. With more fish to catch, life...

Breezed as a branch this April day that touches the ground in wind’s sway… warmed by the sun over greening grass, movement of pen- shadows pass… ink from the well of this season’s time, budding of words into rhyme… blossom to...

The cold that warms my heart-this snow in soft drifts, swans sleeping reflects the moonlight. Feathers glow- gifts in starlight keeping me at watch, at least for now, quiet winds stirring. Bare branched trees on woodland’s brow...

Even today, she finds herself beneath the pillared pines gathering pinecones, savoring the lake breeze looking out from the hill. So far, it’s just this… her small view amidst a big world. Who is she and what will she become?...

I found myself on the floor, at the base of slippery steps. I had fallen and twisted an ankle as I rushed down driven by the rhythm of the crowd. When I tried to stand, my ankle wouldn’t hold me. I was stuck in the swirl of...

A whirr of sanitized machines vile odors of adhesive and ceramic filed to fit tap-tap, grind sideways now they say. One final push a sudden twinge of glue and all’s emplaced while I lie cumbent in epoxy dreams and wait for...

(For William A. Nitze, 10 September 2021) Burnished in bronze assumptions, what did we think we were — gods armored against death? I gaze, in shock, past calm dark church beams at this service for Bill who always showed up...