Too Many leaned his hands over the fire barrel. He was shivering. “Jeeze, it’s cold,” he said. A thin sheen of sweat glowed on his face. In this cold that couldn’t be a good thing. “You Ok? Toom,” I said. “Jeeze, it’s cold.” I looked at the clock on the tower behind the church. The … Continue reading A Hospital Bed at the Tuck Me Inn
There is no other in this glaze— where in the eye is always I— and where a you is only haze or mere polish to clarify. Narcissism
“It’s complicated,” Vereen Filimimore would say. It was her way of clarifying every point. If you asked her why she was late for a hair appointment or had forgotten her niece Becky’s birthday or why her dogs were marauding Fernie Isnoggle’s cattle, Vereen would say “It’s complicated.” People reacted in various ways to this excuse. … Continue reading How Complicated can it Be?
This May rain :: dull sheen on stone, chill wind-shook-leaves— apple blossom buds. Responding to the day and the prompt: Premature
Wind clacks in willows A Meadow Lark whistles I will sit a while. Still.
Old man’s eyes scan blue beyond cottonwood grove where child saw orange bird.
Yellow dandelions Lawn mower :: heads cut off Green :: so bland and plain.
Thunder quiet now-- Why does he hear, from willow thicket, a magpie's complaint. Daily Post Core
Bitter root blooms, old man won’t turn head to see fog-veils lift off Maiden Beast Hill,
Petals of pansies for our garden :: Who left outside thunder :: hail tatters.