the way things disappear
here, there is something like humidity
descending against the lake,
bass snapping at mayflies
and a duck wings easily,
low to the surface, splashes down
with a spray of water.
the only purpose for the duck
is to make noise
over the bullfrogs. i need
another sound, a crash sound.
there are certain things
that scare me. waterfalls. black night
windows and the […]
He Said, She Said
His worst nightmare is that she’s still thinking about that guy from her college days, the one with the long hair who played the guitar, the one he’s sure she must have dated in the most vertical of relations. He wonders if she remembers his songs, if she could play them by […]
Accepting Impermanence
Strapped to the woman’s back — head bobbing slightly to one side, peacefully dozing in the sun and the shade of the canyon, and the soft rush of water as it pours down the rocky creek bed — is a child. A child with dark eyes that round with wonder so often at […]
An Unspoken Life
The child in the photograph is about four years old. She is not chubby, but there is a sturdiness in her arms and legs, and in the set of her shoulders. The girl sits stiffly on a cushion with her left knee bent and that leg tucked primly under the other. The toe […]
