Miraculously, I have found enough wordsall month long to fill unturned pages turned,my daily worry, heavy as a dreaming child’s … More
Month: April 2023
Running in the Dark
I watch the Midwest-style lightningjags rip from heaven to the ground,the lake ice exploding with the impact. Slipping on my … More
“You Are Beautiful”
More than 60 years removed now, so long ago,you are mostly ghosts now, but you were thengood news, big headlines … More
The Apple Doesn’t Fall
Few apple trees will fruit this latein fall, but I do see a fewin the far misting distance,the children I’ve … More
Not Sorry
Every week we would receive a few cut-out albums,the ones with the notched corner and stickers sayingthey were not for … More
What Dreams May Come
I say again I have no funny family stories worth telling.Lots of families do, sure, and sure, some of minemight … More
Go Back
A slow country riderocks us from crest to crestthen one more nextthe highest yetfinds us abovea lowest valley deepthe feel … More
A Temporary Parting
I recognize the boy climbing up the bank on the other side.Turning, he calls to me, over the rush of … More
what impressions were
a sound slight as breathstill the cold touch of lamplight on white snowthose thick linesa brow furrowedeyes of white hairthink your … More
My Last Wife
It was gold and bigger than a bread box,my birthday gift topped with a red velvet bow,and I was amused … More
Personal Taste
sometimes I say too much onlyabout spaces sacred to me andforget the idea of the universaltruth and wholly applicable ideain … More
Homecoming
The Christmas berry tree where I hung in the crookof the main branch, every night, always after dark, I waited,you … More
Ready To Begin?
The pressure of high-school speech tournamentsbesides the speaker, and the six to follow,is something few students handle well automatically.There are … More
The Murder of the Father, and the Muddle of the Son
“Have you heard of Phil Tico?” asked Bobby Stillman. Chan’s blood came to an instant boil. Not only did he know … More
No Game
The way old people misplace their memories,and sometimes the younger ones, too,it’s a game of hide with no seek,where the … More
your letters
these lettersyour hand writesyour handwriting is all curious curlicuesas if a right-handed calligrapherwrites them with his left footas if a … More
Like Grandfather, Like Father, Like Grandson
Byung Yu fidgeted with his cigarette holder. To call his father, why worry so much? Certainly not a child anymore, … More
A Sound Poem
Bob claims a sound poem engages all five senses.You see it, hear it, touch it, smell it, taste it.Picture a … More
Beyond Pain
Someone I loved, I heard the other day,a woman I’d known in my Madison years,had battled Parkinson’s for ten long … More
How The One Defeats The Other
It’s the best kind because it’s TV advice.The Other seeks something of valueand kills, using his martial arts expertise,everyone standing … More