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
Tag: #Love
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
Love’s Countdown
In the beginning there was inertia,and inertia led, as you might expect,to nothing, so what had beensomethingness became nothingness: Take-out … More
It Felt So Good
That Sony radio’s cheap black leather strapjust barely tied the music to my wrist.So poorly made I feared it just … More
Impermanent Ink (Blue Period)
You sent me the self-portrait in a card once, maybe 1980. You are lying on your stomach, propped up on … More
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
We Meet
That night I saw you firecracker starburst red,ablaze in a beautifully carved body,an exquisite silhouette scribed against the dark,your hand … 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
The Door Is Open
Alice was down on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor when the doorbell rang. The kitchen floor always took a … 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