Do you remember when the sky burned down
its wick of light as an April cold came on
the evening of your fifth day in the world?
Of course you don’t, you couldn’t even hold
your head up yet, much less begin to think Continue reading
I feel strangely un-talkative lately. Quiet. A throwback to the years I spent buried in books, perhaps; while I still love a good story I’m hardly able to read the way I used to.
Anyway, I felt like this was kind of momentous, at least for me…to have written 300 posts in the last two years, many of them much more exciting that this one. But I’m tired, and I’ve finished my finals until the next semester, and I am just tired (I think) [e.e. cummings reference, anyone?] Continue reading
You woke me from a dream in which I skipped
stones on a creek, or was trying to, but with rocks too broad or jagged to tap
lightly across the water’s surface the way skipping stones should. Continue reading
After Julia Kasdorf’s “What I Learned From My Mother”
I learned from my father his Golden Rule: he who has
the gold, makes the rules. I learned to nod attentively
to bosses, to take open shifts
whenever they called, to walk with a purpose. Continue reading