The Sheared-off Pin
The pin is broken,And the wheel has slipped from the rod.The mechanics of our passageAre broken now,And all our worldly venturesHave spilled out onto the ground:Her red backed Bible,Your cast-iron…
Category: Life
Hard Weathers and Grime
What can I beg of tomorrow that hasn’t already been denied? Am I a cup in a hand, an avoided eye? If I yearned for a lung not shallowed with…
Yesterday Morning at the Mailbox
Out, among gray and cloud-spliced verities, beige and stubbled hollow stalks, a doe held her place on the rise. And I, slippered and robed, gathered the costs of my comforts…
A Brief Tryst Below Cypress
She was a slim volume really, a short read, an afternoon in shades of cypress, conceived on her own costly parchments. She prefaced a day a warning, that if any…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 