-- for my father
Peonies. Full moon.
Starry night in spring.
A splash of shadow
blackening the grass.
Summer heat.
Cicadas in the trees.
Fireflies rising from the lawn
like wandering stars.
The dot-dot-dash of a thunderstorm
pocking the surface of a stream.
Me, finally slowing down
to remember your waning breath,
the silence when it stopped—
I grow weary of your soiled jeans, shirts and shoes piled high to the tops of my lid, trying to maintain an even temperature, though my quiet calm keeps me on the…
Extravagant purple and green overspill the clay pot and table, threaten to engulf us with wanderlust. Late afternoon sunlight ignites leaves to luminous violet. I come, wielding scissors, for the great diminishing.…
I. Public Persona She had the perfect blend of sable, soft as silk, hair floating behind big, billowing clouds at sunset. Her skin, free of wrinkles caused by age and worry. Her…
He jumps over a lazy dog—that's what starts the whole thing off. Now the dog's in mad pursuit, not so lazy anymore. The fox had a good head start. He's just teasing…