I quit watching the clock some time ago. Factssuch as my age, or what day or month or yearit is often escape … More
Tag: #Time
The Clock on the Wall
Exactly a year from now, I wonder ifI’ll be sitting at my computer writing something?I believe I foresee a good … More
Introspection Dialogue
You look at me as if what you seeshould make you mean something moreto you than what you are. I … More
The Rice Eaters (for GB)
They sit bent over a creaking teak table top,this old pair aged out in days, near the limit,eating simple fare … More
labor under old love’s illusion
unblinking at a new moonmoving thin skin outlinesilver sliver shimmering roundperfect, the odd center of it allmilky, muddled, blotchy, shadowedtaken all … More
To the Rescue
You didn’t finish the yard work, only half the bedroom’s painted.Dishes lie in the sink, and you hear the bathroom … More
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
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
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
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
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