Together, without saying a word, we scramble half-way down the hill, and take a path to our left that takes us straight to the wires. We can see the highway a couple hundred yards from us, but there’s no sign of Kreb, Pru, or the car.
Read MoreJanice knocks again and Clarisse opens the door just enough to accommodate Janice’s big baby bump, “Sorry’ I’m a bit early,” Janice says; “I have a check-up at two.” She pats her tummy.
Read Moreall the people we know are blind. there is tissue paper between
the words she speaks. like a veil to soften the commitment of weddings.
an inner quest
all that thinking and figgering
choosing and re-thinking
most of all I would like
to fit your definition of someone you’d
love to have around, asking for more.
And may I, like them, abide step by step
in this tenuous present.
I discovered,
High in a crook of the apple tree,
A slight, soft armpit hollow,
Or the tender back of a knee,
A solitary mushroom growing there.
For the past seventeen years
A man awakens every morning
Feeds and dresses his wife
And brings her to daily Mass.
Everyone palpating
In the strobed darkness
Swim. Bike. Run. That’s the order of things. “Why not run first and get it over with before the heat of the day?” you might ask. The fact is, they put you in the water when you’re fresh, hoping you’ll still have enough energy and presence of mind to make it back to shore. Not everyone does.
Read Morewhen i was a child, i wasn’t allowed
to have any hair. my wrists—hands—
elongated. bony as the scroll at the end
of my antique chair.
I prefer the hour after bedtime,
that silent breeze of no children, no husband
but the white tiled mantel erect like
some porcelain Thai Buddha.
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