Geraniums (revised, again)
It begins with the scent of geraniums, bitter and hard, and my grandmother telling me not to touch because she …
Category Archives: Memory
House in Bryan Woods
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along …
In ordinary time
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How …
In the middle of the night
How you pull me down and up at once. In you I see ancient, raw days when I brought something …
Love like a river
Even the meek swell with water running down. Come now, spill yourself into our long water. Let it trail you …
When the cold wind blows
Does it startle you, shake you from oblivion, draw you to attention, to your fear? Or do you turn away …
Small endurances
Puddles of snow pool under shrubs – miniature glaciers for voles to cast through. Sparrows, geese, all as one gather …
Waiting for the doctor
hazy dry, as if in midair distant beeps, rattles, blood pressure cuff wheezing up, releasing, hour after hour, day may …
To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far longer than anyone would expect
or, The meadow prefers no trespassers It is not for nothing that I seek payment for you to come near …
Taking the car to the beach
this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and …
