Evening at the Owatonna Library
This memory glows in my mind like the Milky Way in November… Skeleton trees bow gracefully in the sharp air,beyond, …
This memory glows in my mind like the Milky Way in November… Skeleton trees bow gracefully in the sharp air,beyond, …
Light slants in from the West.Everything in the room casts a shadow.Shadows, approximations of truth,scatter like ashes on the carpet. …
The boat eases into her winter berth,bouncing from tire to tire.Night falls, the light is gone. A foghorn sounds its …
Demons holding court, cutting cards,turning tables, spinning rhymes,while angels with heavy wingsblow into their cupped white handsto call up the …
Trees sway in rhythm with the wind,water slaps stone.Cricket chirps fold into the mist.A gray moon hunts these hillsfor the …
after Richard Rorty Laughteroccurs sporadically, a bit forcedthrough tight lips and tensed jaw.It comes laced with guilty pleasure and rebellion,an …
Sunlight drifts through a windowilluminates the wall,except where shadows fall. Certainty flutters in my hummingbird heartwhere the kernel of a …