Mind of Missing Parts These second hands inside our mind tell more than time. Each hour whispers our demise, each…
Limes by the dozen It’s the Republican National Convention from Monday to Friday and I came into consciousness eating tart…
An Anxious Time I'm on the bottom branch, trying to get down / the ancient walnut tree is giant, and…
the 5:39 out of Ronkonkoma the sundown of silvergulls ushers in our 5:39. Tracks zip and zoom connecting commuters with…
Foot Massage My parents never danced in the kitchen— no flamboyant dip in a red silk dress, no rakish tilted…
When you moved to Kansas City I wonder if you miss the Flint Hills driving west, the way they glowed…
The Poet Crosses the Border Between Now and Then . . . the artist needs time in which the raw…
That Night We Were Ravenous Driving from Stephenville in the late October dusk -- the road swooping and disappearing ahead…
Grouse Gap The willows stir with warblers, juncos Late July, and the mountain is burning Moving from forest into smoke…