To My New Synchronizing Pacemaker
SamplerMachine, the oddest things still appeal–
like the tick of my old truck’s engine
when I shut it off and pause at the wheel
to think what I’ll say inside– or do.
Then the chirp on snow of my boot soles,
lamplight indoors, the…
The Pontoon Problem
SamplerOne autumn night, I went to a 12-step meeting at the local prison. I hope my presence is of some use at a place like that. I’ve spent no real time in jail, not even a whole night, just some metaphorical spanking for civil rights or anti-war…
Slow Drive at Evening
SamplerThrough my car’s open window and their plate glass,
I see the elderly couple
who own the store. They’re in argument,
or at least in disagreement
about something... A little way north, Black Angus
lie down in the pasture beside
the…
The Things That Remain
SamplerLast night, a foot and a half of snow veiled the predominantly drab ground of the winter, another dire reminder of climate change. Snow or not, though, I can’t account for something I witnessed this morning: I noticed a honeybee caught between…
Sunday Noons
SamplerHaving bought a Sunday paper, I stood sipping coffee in our village store, absently staring through the plate glass window onto the street. I was conscious of the affable buzz of my neighbors’ palaver all around me. I couldn’t catch specifics…
Disappearances
SamplerRapt, an old man inspects his living room mirror
but not for his image. Instead, its angle
subtly reflects the light of a stub of candle
on the silent piano. He might say the reflection shimmers
but the years, though blessed, have…