A small, boxy Chevy in fading, beaten beige a reminder of a lost aunt sitting at the side of our lot taunting two silly friends to find the key, coast across the street around to the back of the church, to our own training...Read More
All these people asked me if the doctor told her how much time – like this is a chancy game show and she, an excited, screaming player standing before a famous host who flips over a cardboard sign – Surprise! You win nine more...Read More
The gun was missing. They kept it in the deepest drawer, the third one below the toaster. On Saturday at noon, she absentmindedly dug under the regular dishtowels for the thicker cotton towel they used to cover Kye’s homemade...Read More
December 2014Dear Folks, As I sat in my studio the other day, contemplating a 25th Christmas letter, I glanced out my window and saw three moose at the back of the yard — a female lying on the ground chewing her cud and two very...Read More
If Poetry Were a Field of Grain If poetry were a field of grain you would be the one harvesting that field, and distributing it so that others could make the bread of literature, so that they may sustain themselves and others,...Read More
I join the Navy Gets me a draft deferment ‘til I graduate I get my gold ensign bars I say goodbye, college joys Alaska beckons Ferocious winds stir the sea Ship rocks, rolls, yaws Waves raise the bow slam it down Ship quakes....Read More
I Moving from Chickahominy to central Greenwich location Night before, fake sleep, eavesdrop Mom, Dad talk in serious whispers Mom, “Bank about to take garage How can we buy a house, still eat?” Dad, “Not sure, but must get kids...Read More
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