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telling our stories the fox came every evening to my door asking for nothing. my fear trapped me inside, hoping to dismiss her but she sat till morning, waiting. at dawn we would, each of us, rise from our haunches, … Continue reading
Bad Day
Bad Day Not every day is a good day for the elfin tailor. Some days the stolen cloth reveals what it was made for: a handsome weskit or the jerkin of an elfin sailor. Other days the tailor sees a … Continue reading
The Poetry Show Tonight in North Syracuse
The Poetry Show Wednesday, April 10 from 6:30-8pm | NOPL North Syracuse Retired West Genesee High School teacher Jim Weidman will lead a lively and fun discussion of favorite poems from Robert Frost, E.E. Cummings, Emily Dickinson, and more. You … Continue reading
Requiem
Requiem Today is the perfect day The sky just so clouds moving fast Drops of water on leaves of Russian sage Dog sitting her chin on crossed paws Light streams through branches of locust tree I sit just so at … Continue reading
Chapter One I love how books begin; those passages that lead us by the hand across the luxurious lawns, that portage us gently up the gravel drive, toward the manor house. The author is still a kind host here, anxious … Continue reading
Two Friends
Two Friends The last word this one spoke was my name. The last word that one spoke was my name. My two friends had never met. But when they said that last word they spoke to each other. I am … Continue reading
Poem to Raymond Carver
Poem to Raymond Carver comforter thrown over my legs late morning cats asleep at my feet I am reading a tattered copy of A NEW PATH TO THE WATERFALL you said you wanted this all of your life waking each … Continue reading
Hope
Hope After everything I find it intact like a chimney standing beside a basement jumbled with black and smoking rafters. It is the bubble that rises from a sunken ship as a diver cracks into the wreck. It is the … Continue reading
Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight
Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight One ran, her nose to the ground, a rusty shadow neither hunting nor playing. One stood; sat; lay down; stood again. One never moved, except to turn her head a … Continue reading
Moscow
Moscow For a while I was alone, so I dated whoever’s work I was reading, but the relationships always ended badly. I wasn’t smart enough for Wayne, I wasn’t caustic enough for David, Kevin & I were doing well, but … Continue reading