Mother’s Day 2020
On Life’s veranda We stood there, timid and unsure. What would the next day bring? On the canal, a swan, Her cob and cygnets foraged With an aimless plan. The…
On Life’s veranda We stood there, timid and unsure. What would the next day bring? On the canal, a swan, Her cob and cygnets foraged With an aimless plan. The…
I. Falling Looking out across the horizon, I imagine the American Empire itself enfolded in that stately snarl of purple clouds sailing toward me about to crash into sheer rockface.…
Just before the world got sick, before the black Johns Hopkins maps and Covid on the weather app, in a crowded Chinese restaurant a woman leaned sharply as if tugged …
Sci-fi Land There was a time when people could converse, go to the beach, frolic in sand and sea, play tennis, baseball, lacrosse, other sports, or show up on the…
By the stream, a mindless bird, a drab but red-eyed vireo, spends his days warbling ornate, candid messages. He broadcasts them into the wood, no thought of being understood. A…
(Written by the English soldier and statesman, 1554?–1618, just before his execution) GO, Soul, the body’s guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be…