Author: admin

He liked to glimpse their snowy blooms
among all that stark wood of spring

I grow increasingly captive to the imperatives of aging,
to the quest for comfort and assurance. Like a fussy
mother spider, I scurry about attending to my private
universe: cobwebs in the corners, crooked pictures,
eroded mortar between chimney bricks.

on the wolf-edged page
magpies gather

I have music, soft jungle light
through ginger leaves, azaleas
blue & scattered skies & books

To the east, an old woman opens her palms. Onyx fingers / raven feathers, and the bird soars aloft. In her eyes, brush fires.

She had a good arm for a nun.
Hunching forward she’d swing her pointer like a switch,
cracking out the rhythm
as we recited times tables in simple sentences.

If you live long enough you start to notice that so many stories are examples of a bit more general story that lives at a deeper level

time has blown away years of him
like birds gone in a flash of wing

In that classroom, in that space,
your words were larger than the door frame