What blue against the shades means
January 15, 2021
Means the sun will soon light the room you’re in and yet you swear it gets no lighter out. You miss it. And that clock again, and rumpled sheets and pillow girth. You feel your feet then feel them move, then feel your feet feel the carpet. Sleep things off or don't, lift...
Around the far side of the lighthouse
January 14, 2021
We carry poor ideas of burial floats, scrap mostly and say goodbye with 'farewell' without knowing where the river ends. I’m sorry, but hands are useless. We can rest awhile among the wild ferns of Halfmoon Island. It gets light out there eventually, but can take a few hours. Jesus walked this...
In the dream of prunes
January 13, 2021
I love my hands and the stick of my hands and how my hands stick. The kitchen floor creeks all evening, I keep waiting for the night to lighten and replay a circle of crows falling gently in a lasso of emptiness. They have been here all winter, watching for...
Jehovah Wants
January 13, 2021
Wants red velvet and a middle, one plate split into two with twin forks and tuxedo cat to curl asleep into the armpit of the world then wake and stretch in the window. Wants children but children are allergic so lets the cat out. And silence. Jehovah dreams during naps of...
In the dream of recycling day
January 12, 2021
I am noting the trick of keeping in touch, have nothing to worry about but the 'remember-me-always' note on the back of some senior portrait, a clack of thong sandals down Pleasant Street's long hill outside the parish where we were baptized. I still rub oil in the shape of...