Albatross
Such beautiful lovers as I recall, they became indignant houseguests. It was a paradox, rain on a sunny day. …
Monthly Archives: May 2013
Evelyn Francis McHale
The final conversation on the ledge circles around, a seemingly indifferent hawk until it spots the luckless fish sucking at luckless …
Agenda
It means one thing with work something else with age and so on through all its catenations. The windows close …
Too Long In The Sun
If I sit quietly enough long enough you may say something like, “When I was a kid back in…”. But …
Asleep And Awake
Caught on your roots. Submerged into you. I descend once more to sleep in a clearing deep in a forest. …
The Journey
At first there is loose gravel. A handhold is hard to find so I scramble, crawl really, until the hills …
Windows
The windows of this world, we stand behind or in front to look in or see out. When the rain …
Purity
The wind came up. Light came down in graying shafts through waves of clouds breaking on the mountain face. Rain …
Hospice, the View From Inside Elk River, MN
The wreckage of sunlight breaks through shades, and windows that do not open. There is the chair where you read …
Raincoat
The rain on the back of my neck reminds me to wear the yellow rubber coat. I think of the …
Poetry on the run 