Spring and All
SPRING AND ALL “April is the cruelest month,…” T. S. Eliot. The energy of spring coming to life is at one with childhood and youth, but by mid-life and on into old age, it can be hard on a…
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The Renunciate
The Renunciate Her idea of a good time was us alone in a small room with a desk and a common book of prayer. Her idea of a good breakfast was oatmeal and sliced peaches, a sprinkle of sesame seeds….
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Putting Baby to Bed
Putting Baby to Bed Half-displaced, half lost, stumbling into the kitchen to brew coffee, eight o’clock, sleep reading the news on line, sleep driving the van to work, I’m practicing my new life without a body. The one I have…
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Power Lines
Power Lines Now when we look at the mountain, The gouge is almost all we see — what’s amiss, what’s gone wrong, like a beer can in a trout fresh stream, the crooked tooth in a smile, ears a mite…
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A Yearning
A Yearning All the rooms in her head made me jealous and sad. “It’s me or them,” I said. “You’ve got to choose.” We got married instead, made up our own vows. I promised to stop saying “I love you”…
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Clairvoyant
Clairvoyant Before I am Jim I am some kind of criminal, Nancy says, dropping down into her trance. I’m supposed to take notes. A man is flying to Vegas and out of the blue his head is thrust back against…
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