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

There are never more, of course, always only fewer, as it is in this life, so it goes, the some … More

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

It’s that late hourBeer in handThe yard work done againI watch the close of the faded irisPurple and whiteNot as … More

The first time I read Mrs. Dalloway I was quite young, 21 maybe. And I was struck by her age, 51, and … More

Mr. Fujimoto wheeled his gray trash bin to the curb and dropped it at the edge. Pausing, he looked down … More

What does it really mean to arrive fashionably late?What, you’re too busy with your important life to show up on … More

Kidnapped and blindfolded, I’m dumped in an unknown part of town.Sitting on the asphalt, I remember it’s Christmas Eve and … More

She tells me she has never been late for an event in her life. I examine my watch. It is … More

I honored them all and was as much to me as I could bear the other sunrises ago I used … More

Don’t ask, Will I always be me or will I change? Will I realize when I do not recognize myself … More

Every morning my father brings in the newspaper, pours himself a cup coffee, then sits at the dining room table … More

He sipped his tea. Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right? Or was it the other way … More

He sat at the empty round table sipping watery black tea, wondering what had happened to those 75 years. Of … More

To say that you have nothing but time is an exercise in self-delusion. They tied a rag around his face … More

the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in … More

It begins like the sound of unlashing whipsunlicking a soulful retreata music akin to tap dancing on sandthis shore that … More

You appear to glide secret keeper of the third world swim beneath leaves scattered about the water’s surface second world … More

I can’t see you. Not like before, when I knew for sure, you were right behind me, always there. I … More