You sent me the self-portrait in a card once, maybe 1980. You are lying on your stomach, propped up on … More
Category: Love
Now and Then
We sit sipping coffee. Awkward. Growing cold. My son and daughter, I say, in their 30s, have given me three grandchildren. I … More
Transistor Days
On the square, silver Sony radiowith the cheap black leatherette wrist strapI always feared would snap,our soundtrack falling lost into … More
Too Patient
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
Mind in the Time
Remember that, she says, as we sit sipping coffee, I was all whipped-cream nosed. It has been 40 years since … More
Beg Pardon
You use your arms to disguise your breasts as elbows,to stop the wind from licking at them,or cross yourself against … More
Add the Garden
For a long time you have cultured all these seeds,sprouted them like Mother Nature puttering herself,transferred them gently from little, … More
To Place a Face
I am standing in line for coffee. Even though the social distance floor dots have disappeared, everyone stands a decent … More
Happy Some Before Dawn
Quieter, still quieter, quiet down the energy pent up today, for such recklessness cannot sit wasting by the window ledge … More
Sugar or Salt?
We sat opposite each other, each stirring coffee in thick white cups, trying to cool it off. “Cream,” I said. “Cream … More
Dear Chris,
Thank you for your note letting me know you’d received the notice I sent. It’s been a long time since we … More
When Again?
The clock above his computer was a big one. Its tick, tick, tick could be ignored some nights, but not … More
This Was the Way
I left you there for just a moment, at the forest’s edge, before we began our journey. When I returned … More
On Leaving
As porous as air, sliced Thin, I fall between See you way over there perhaps, or Not, maybe hear your … More
Gone South
You know your romance has gone awry when toys fail. I’m not talking about batteries. I mean when suggest a … More
To Give Again
“To another Valentine’s Day,” the older man said, lifting his pint. The two, sitting side by side, clinked glasses, took … More
The Musical Life
Sometimes he wished life were a movie. But not just any movie. From the first time he fell in love … More
And in our battle, they were taken
Both sides said a cross of little and big things to each other, and given the way the conflict played … More
This Sweet Work’s Worth
It’s coming again, like some slouching beast. I see all the drooling signs in the stores, the ones that make … More
The End of Innocence
Here’s my rough draft for today, Sunday 01.16.22 The End of the Innocence Imagine the biggest chocolate bar you could … More
