We drifted toward the dance floor in ones and twos. We found each other—brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, in-laws and cousins—in the midst of all the other happy people gathered for the wedding of Erin and James. We...Read More
Because growing up has its quirks, the boy’s body breaks into blossoms he must manage or be sent to reform school. Becoming a man is a slope of substance. Boys find out there are circle-jerks. How embarrassing to look back and...Read More
In the balmy morning the redbirds flutter the feeder-bars brimming with sunflower seeds: the titmouse’s whistling leads me to narrow my rounds, for I want breakfast and coffee, sounds of purple martins in the lounge of memory’s...Read More
Something inside the copy of Alexander of Macedon, A History interrupted the clean stack of bound leaves of the nearly new book. It still retained a remnant aroma of fresh print against a matte paper finish. The only indication...Read More
Janice, if you and I had known then what we know now Would it have made a difference? We knew nothing then, and I suspect Know nothing now. People know nothing, Mostly. But sometimes Somewhere along the way Some are enabled To...Read More
I unwittingly began life in the early days of September 1949, my parents subsequently celebrating my birth on May 8, 1950, some nine months later. Definitely, my mother’s pride and joy, I cannot recall much to be unhappy about...Read More
Stop yourself with the ice ax. You’re glissading, snow sliding. But you have your ax. Jump off your pony. Let him take the hurdle. Sorrow assaults you like boys who knock girls down to gravel. Drop the ball. Fall on it. Parts of...Read More
Orange leaves drift from the sassafras. The blue sleeves of my jacket gather shadows. What is released in me with Mozart’s last moaning note? Is that my heart I hear thumping spasmodically? I breathe lightly, the smallest...Read More
Your lover leaves the toilet seat up, forgets what color your eyes are, misses your calls four times out of five. He says more than ten thousand unwary Americans get tripped up each year by buckets, so he stacks the buckets up....Read More
I cannot accept what you say: That you can’t understand poetry, Don’t know how to find its hidden message, Haven’t been taught how to read the frightful stuff, You who are moved to see in October A vee of wild geese steadily...Read More
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