You didn’t finish the yard work, only half the bedroom’s painted.Dishes lie in the sink, and you hear the bathroom … More
Category: Time
Unwound
My legs are tired, heavy.Each step’s more a slog.The clock slows down.Someone forgot to wind it.Used to stay on top … More
Reunion
There are never more, of course, always only fewer, as it is in this life, so it goes, the some … 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
Time’s Gift
It’s that late hourBeer in handThe yard work done againI watch the close of the faded irisPurple and whiteNot as … More
The Hours
The first time I read Mrs. Dalloway I was quite young, 21 maybe. And I was struck by her age, 51, and … More
The Last Time
Mr. Fujimoto wheeled his gray trash bin to the curb and dropped it at the edge. Pausing, he looked down … More
All Those Miles
“Put ‘er there, pal,” he says, sounding as though he’s stepped out of an O. Henry story. I put my … More
When To Come
What does it really mean to arrive fashionably late?What, you’re too busy with your important life to show up on … More
A Month of Sundays
It’s what’s meant to be a long time.A month of Sundays does not exist,unless you’re retired,in which case it’s more … More
Far To Go
Kidnapped and blindfolded, I’m dumped in an unknown part of town.Sitting on the asphalt, I remember it’s Christmas Eve and … More
On the Clock
She tells me she has never been late for an event in her life. I examine my watch. It is … More
How Cold I Am
At this point I believe we should let what seems, just be, everything unquestioned and accepting anything completely. Let’s move … More
BEARERS
I honored them all and was as much to me as I could bear the other sunrises ago I used … More
To paint the devil on the wall
Don’t ask, Will I always be me or will I change? Will I realize when I do not recognize myself … More
What’s Black and White
Every morning my father brings in the newspaper, pours himself a cup coffee, then sits at the dining room table … More
The Homecoming (Part Two)
He sipped his tea. Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right? Or was it the other way … More
The Homecoming (Part One)
He sat at the empty round table sipping watery black tea, wondering what had happened to those 75 years. Of … More
Time
To say that you have nothing but time is an exercise in self-delusion. They tied a rag around his face … More
That blade of grass there
the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in … More