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Weak as all men, are How I long for her hug furtive as it is Weak as all men, are Why has these words lived in me? All the effort of so many days weak as all men, are Was it mother’s hold long gone weak as all men, are Come hold...

With time passing the older me says Elsa really loves Rick Strange how in my married middle age the movie fit Elsa and her husband get away and are set to fight the Nazis I see why Rick let her go – it was the war and his...

To be in a dark room looking out the window at a bright scene, is vastly different than being in a room with the overbearing overhead light on, looking out into darkness. The latter results in meeting your own reflection. I’m...

Beneath the sternum where ribs are brushed up, three strands are strung through the spindles of a breathing cage, though knot pulled tight, unsewn and so, the right marrow never knows the left in the shape of an inverted V, like...

The power lines hum louder following an ear-splitting suicide, strumming to soothe those who lean on the posts, while birthing the deafening, and listening to that buzzing lullaby. I imagine my late classmate’s mother like...

As a child, I’d place my upside-down heart-shaped nose— a LaBine trait— to the window screen of the upstairs living room, pulling the cool air of my backyard into my little lungs. That childhood home housed my body, and me...

It was the solstice, a light snow dotted and streaked the sidewalk, each slick spot a curb, crack, stumbling block, a sudden abyss, arms open to embrace the weary and unwary. That night the unhoused died all over town. Our...

Scenes from childhood: fire in the furnace in my father’s face, chapped hands gentle as Jesus till the hour strikes. Watching the woodchopper wind lay waste the tree next door teaches the sapling to bend; to taste the spit on...

This floating island seems a world—so loud with grim play, with business, with distraction, with seawalls bending against the sea, with plans, with goals, appointments, deadlines, and with death— this floating island holds us...

                      The Sea! The Sea! Something stalked me, lunged for me out of the sea, plunged me down to terror at five years old, struck me rigid with fear from deep in the beast seething there just The Sea! The Sea past...

A herd of cows comes to me as I take down a road sign at the end of a workday. They gather near the fence and look at me as the sun settles to the west. As the sun settles to the west a breeze whispers as the day passes the...