Old elm (revised)
Abandoned farmhouse, graying outbuildings. In your final winter, you stood with empty, cracking branches to tell us plain that your …
Category Archives: Aging
Finding things lost
I no longer trust myself having searched all morning for the missing piece in our endless jigsaw and come up …
My father finds comfort in crows
Inexplicable. That is what I say when you tell me and all I can do is shrug and count: How …
An Easter thought
It does not seem fair in all the measures of life that our heavy ways hang in expectance on these …
The heart needs good work
All that comes to me now is the prairie, how it is empty to the casual eye, how you walk …
Worth staying for
Dusts of snow edge the earth, uneven lines mark sun-warmed pavers. With under-parts protected, statuary gather new relief, dying grasses …
Waiting for the doctor
hazy dry, as if in midair distant beeps, rattles, blood pressure cuff wheezing up, releasing, hour after hour, day may …
I think of love
I think of love as something that grows form as it ages, sometimes firm, sometimes round, broadening, ambling if allowed. …
From the ether
Late in the afternoon that day, as the low sun pierced the leaves like a thousand glimmering stars, each of …
When walking through woods without my father
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen …
