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It’s a simple thing, you weep and though your eyes are silent they don’t reach –what you see is your heart covered with stones that have no mornings either except far off where all mist starts the oceans are grieving …
Category: Poetry
Cardinal Call
This afternoon we hung a bird feeder in our back yard to be more neighborly with feathered friends, especially the cardinal we’ve glimpsed. This evening, in the after dinner calm, I googled “cardinal call” to learn what song these brilliant …
Landscape with a Bell Shaped Pond
Crab Apple. You stayed limp, the year your trunk split from bearing too much fruit. I think you were tired & sore & wanted to make it easier for deer to eat from you. My mother insisted on saving you, …
I can’t find them in Michigan
These lost people we’re supposed to love. I’ll search a million years. When I can’t find them around the kitchen counter. When I go looking for my father in a red velvet casino somewhere down a red velvet street. When …
Finally, Then
After dinner is over, dishes clean, their porcelain lips stacked in smiles behind the cupboard door. After your desk is organized, emails sent, final draft finished, your to-do list a flock of check marks like migratory birds flapping down the …
Chou en-Lai in Toledo
Given that the wonton wasn’t worth shit, and all the poppies at all the tables were plastic and dust-laden, and that no interesting person had ever or was ever going to come into this Cantonese restaurant in downtown Toledo, Ohio, …