Fall Bewitched
What say the beauty of your being in my headWhen moon has set I fall bewitched by you instead.I’ve loved you all the more than all the moons aboveAnd all the lights and nights and you asleep thereof.
Happy Father’s Day
Father and son we’ve been since I’ve been born.My father. Our father.Paul’s and mine.I’ve so much tried to look through your eyes all these years you’ve been gone. You taught me the way of driving, watching.Looking under parked cars for children’s feet on the other side. Three evenings ago, returning from town, a car was
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A Camel’s Life Through the Eye of a Needle
Image from Wikimedia You never know what surely hurts most foulWhat slashes to the core of what you areWhat Brutus to the heart your future shallOr whimpers to a needle’s final straw. Be aware, extraordinarily aware to comeFor thirst and happiness in your penultimate puffTo be blinded for a moment by the unexpected sunAware of
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60. Fourth of Never July
Photo by Matt Barnard from Pexels Once every few years, even now … I find it impossible to bear. – Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible TIME AND PLACE Scene 1: Late 1990’s. Before Y2K and 9-11. Summertime.Midwest USA.At center stage between two houses is a tree that can easily be climbed and sat in.Nighttime. (Say,
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59. Ironwood Darke
Photo by Egor Kamelev from Pexels You have to protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to hate. – Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient TIME and PLACE The present. Northern British Columbia, Canada. A forest has grown from upstage right to center stage.As scenes regress in time, so does the forest recede upstage. The
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