We’ll Meet Again (for AT)

It’s April, the cruel one, and still heavy jacket chilly.Madison in April sometimes feel like mid-winter.I recall those odd days … More

Maybe You Can’t Fix What I Have

Broken when the US mail chokes how my letters take so much time is it there yet read it immediately … More

In the beginning there was inertia,and inertia led, as you might expect,to nothing, so what had beensomethingness became nothingness: Take-out … More

That Sony radio’s cheap black leather strapjust barely tied the music to my wrist.So poorly made I feared it just … More

You sent me the self-portrait in a card once, maybe 1980. You are lying on your stomach, propped up on … More

We sit sipping coffee. Awkward. Growing cold. My son and daughter, I say, in their 30s, have given me three grandchildren. I … More

On the square, silver Sony radiowith the cheap black leatherette wrist strapI always feared would snap,our soundtrack falling lost into … More

It’s been harder for me to step across that line.You’ve been waiting there for me for such a long time.If … More

Remember that, she says, as we sit sipping coffee, I was all whipped-cream nosed. It has been 40 years since … More

You use your arms to disguise your breasts as elbows,to stop the wind from licking at them,or cross yourself against … More

For a long time you have cultured all these seeds,sprouted them like Mother Nature puttering herself,transferred them gently from little, … More

I am standing in line for coffee. Even though the social distance floor dots have disappeared, everyone stands a decent … More

Quieter, still quieter, quiet down the energy pent up today, for such recklessness cannot sit wasting by the window ledge … More

We sat opposite each other, each stirring coffee in thick white cups, trying to cool it off. “Cream,” I said. “Cream … More

Thank you for your note letting me know you’d received the notice I sent. It’s been a long time since we … More

The clock above his computer was a big one. Its tick, tick, tick could be ignored some nights, but not … More

I left you there for just a moment, at the forest’s edge, before we began our journey. When I returned … More

As porous as air, sliced Thin, I fall between See you way over there perhaps, or Not, maybe hear your … More

You know your romance has gone awry when toys fail. I’m not talking about batteries. I mean when suggest a … More

“To another Valentine’s Day,” the older man said, lifting his pint. The two, sitting side by side, clinked glasses, took … More