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…
Thaw
SamplerWhen he fetched the morning paper, he read of the would-be bomber wrestled
down by fellow travelers. A mile in the air, but nothing exploded,
the man merely scorched his own shins. Here icicles fall and bleed on the ground,
his…
Oko
SamplerI smacked my foot against a table leg this morning and scolded myself: Watch where you’re going! A blood-bead stood below the nail, whose jaundiced color puzzled our grandson, here for the weekend. He asked, “Grandpa, how come you’re gold?”
But…