Switchboard
Not too long ago, we were connected by wires. The wires went to places. We had to be at those places if we wanted to spend time with other people…
Life in a Washing Machine
Wrapped around your finger, like a towel around an agitator. Lost my glasses in the dishwasher looking for you. The blow-dryer went out with a bang and now my hair…
Last Bucolic Moment
downwind from the cattle ranch, cooking hash on a campfire, smells like nuclear fallout, the time for mourning the cows—over and done—we milked the last one before slicing her throat…
One Last Glimpse of Daylight
Ronnie stepped off the bus and flew thirty feet, right before my eyes. By the time he landed, he was dead. Fifty years later, the events are still in slow motion in my…
Circular Reference
Somewhere inside his meandering mind, he finds a moment where he can set aside the complexities of life. Sitting at his desk, the walls fall away and he becomes that…
Stronghold
for many yearsI have wanderedthis earth . . .a maple standswhere the journey began Home. Inside my mind, there remains a place, a face, a helping hand. This place is…
Enchanted
The poet eases into his favorite chair, fingers waiting eagerly for a puff of imagination to settle onto the keys. One-by-one, each digit moves and slowly a dance ensues. He…
Moving On
Moving is no fun, but after living in a nursing home for over two years I find it to be an adventure. My stuff, those things that have been languishing…
Lure of the Status Quo
so long quiet night . . .the cacophonyof a world awakeis bewitchedby itself This tale begins at dawn. Eyelids flutter open. Daylight spills in. Covers unfurl. Feet touch the floor.…
Fondly Ever After
we found each otherin that momentbreaking over the rails,that moment that swept usinto the sea If stumbling into misadventure is an art form then we mastered it long ago. Yes,…
