March 4, 2018
It does no good to look for what you want to see.
I know. I do it, too, and too often, and too often
I’m looking straight through
time again — and again I’m lost.
This is the story:
I’m sitting alone at the bar
at Charlie Mann’s All-Pro Grill at an airport
in Washington, DC.
March 3, 2018
My father, he’s telling me
the nurses are trying to kill him,
We’re in his hospital in Cooperstown
in a small room overlooking the swift,
clear beginnings of the Susquehanna.
After a coughing fit, his eyes
search the room until he finds mine,
tell me in a drowni...
March 2, 2018
Direction — an ache in the bones,
the want of a hand on a loved one’s hip.
Night. The lingering hieroglyphics
of snuffed out candles.
The coal-glow of a spent wood fire.
The last gust-creaks of structure —
the passing storm’s sotto voce grace notes
played to stinging perfecti...
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