by the flukiness of the way the waterfall carved long ago river wanders it’s fluid self dances an anxious waltz with rocky shore winds through mountain valley laughs its gurgle over soft-spoken boulders slows to trickle in moon...Read More
Columbia, Maryland April 3rd, 2019 11:45 am Jack stood in line, anxiously waiting for his cheesy breadsticks with marinara sauce. It was Wednesday. Cheesy breadsticks were always on Wednesday’s menu. Others complained that the...Read More
I felt the initial force of it at 3:00 a.m. when a blast hit the front of the house, sending the windows rattling. All morning the winds carved up swaths of air in the sky. Their force was Magellanic in magnitude, since what...Read More
1. You saw this with eyes closed and spoke it to me— the image hovering there, settling itself within my own mind, within yours: the tall calla lily standing on its green stem in all its whiteness; and behind it the violet...Read More
Fannie felt beside the point. The funeral home was just across the parking lot and she could still see the staff milling about. She, the last remaining attendee, was not feeling any particular need to push the boundaries of...Read More
Tides are getting higher, much higher than before. Water is flowing into the wooden house built on the highest point on this island. He stands in front of the house, murmuring, “I guess it’s the last day.” He isn’t sad; he is...Read More
Twenty miles outside of Eugene, I saw a hitchhiker standing on the side of the McKenzie Highway. He was wearing a faded army field jacket, and he had a small red daypack slung over one shoulder. He looked about as okay as...Read More
As I drove north along the Hudson River, I reveled in the cool morning air. It would be a beautiful St. Patrick’s Day; a perfect day for my concert at the retirement home, followed by an afternoon appearance on a local tv...Read More
Northern New Mexico I sense in sun’s first frost breath their eagerness. My crown’s rose-plated gold this morning signals it’s time. Some will fly east. Others will settle in my shadow. They will age, and in aging, renew me, as...Read More
How did the humble geometry survive, atop a ridge of hundred-mile views, alone, severed from its once indivisible self, the high blue-washed plains? Inviolate, save wind, it waits…voiceless, lost to memory, a patch of...Read More
I am, in the moment’s mindless rhythm, far from perfect. Far from escaping, for the two of us, a six-second quake of perfection. Six seconds to stir life’s beginning, middle and end. Six seconds to unravel life, yours,...Read More
Fifty-Two feet of Malay teak and Ohio Valley steel. A blade of curvaceous prow, at which men whistle and women swoon. Two 300-horsepower John Deere diesels chug from Seattle to Hawaii on a single tank of gas. This is his...Read More
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