Near the pressed powder next to the mascara the one packaged in pink she looks for Raspberry Rush. The cylinder brightens by the liner becomes beacon beside the blush where the concealer hides as the tweezers glisten atop 20x mirror. She removes the cap turns the case— ah, the scent of fruit and flower lanolin aluminum lake.Read more "She Applies Imagination in Times of Uncertainty"
We were frozen stumbling and bumbling your hand on my thigh my leg on yours holding tight as we hurled down that hillside on a rustic red slide not knowing we would have this moment to savor for so many walks to come before full time work and grad school one, two, then three bundles of infinite intensity.Read more "small hands"
after Adrienne Rich fox danced between me and the very still water headed north past geese and white-beaked birds leaving V’s in the water, far from the cocker spaniel five minutes before or lighted towers brightening our left sides as we risky walked beneath darker skies, I felt the opaque absence of fear for her […]Read more "a standing still"
a chemical weep a gated lake drift a littered old heap a walk on the beach a duck’s narrow knees shored on concrete get on the dock look at that fish shiny like trash this freshwater beach a big owner’s dream a weeping sand dune a city-slicked reachRead more "a city-slicked reach"
Winter break: Back to upstate New York at last, at least for an hour, to write about two sisters and a small rusty town in the Appalachia. Strange that it all started on a plane ride to Chicago in September. Plane rides do wondrous things for my writing. The spaciousness of my bird’s eye view […]Read more "Multiple Burners"