Last Account
We are vanishing from the earth, yet I cannot think we are uselessor else Usen would not have created us. He created all tribes of menand certainly had a righteous…
In the Fields of Forever
along the bywayto adulthoodan apple tree bloomed . . .now I pick its fruitwith weathered hands I’m in rows of corn, running my fingers through the rustling leaves, the scent…
Inside the Gold Mine
The wooden stairs are steep, only about ten of them but steep. At the foot is Grandma’s canning pantry complete with carefully sealed Mason jars filled with applesauce, jams, jellies,…
Damn the Rituals
“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” …
Snapshots
It's hard to believe you're not here. Seems like yesterday we were laughing at stupid jokes, not taking life too seriously. I found an old picture of you in a…
Adjustment Disorder
I’m floating in an uncharted region of my mind. There are no faces in the portraits on these walls. Hitchhiked here from the medulla oblongata. Found myself sloshing it up…
A Brush With Fate
a paintingof a boyplaying on the beach . . .the sea now swollenswallowing the man Monsieur Beaufont, an aristocrat from Paris, is throwing a housewarming party. He’s just migrated to…
Winter’s Bitter Edge
The walking man studies the footprints he’s made in the first snow of this year, footprints meandering back through time, back through time with his thoughts. There he finds a…
Trellis
Polly loves to grow things. She has a delicious garden full of fruits, herbs, vegetables, tubers, and flowers. I often wonder what it would be like to be back there…
Slipping Down the Glass Mountain
I embarkon a vision questto find my identitybut forget to bringmy wallet We reach the top of Feather Falls at about 9 a.m. KC explains that it’s one of the…
