Neruda’s Tasks
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of things to cry with my kind in joy and pain,gasp with …
Category: Life
It’s Hard to Explain
Ants will visit every feast.If the potato salad has mustard and sweet pickles,I can put up with crawlers.And if I can have melody and rhythm,I’ll deal with some noise.Clouds’ soft, …
Ode to the House that Raised Me
I saw a ghost today. I peered inside her vacant eyes and brushed the years away. I saw her youth,and she saw mine.We knew each other’s past.She spoke my truthin wistful lineswithin her …
The Old Man in the Mist
A lonely path through clouded memories his fading mind once sharp and clear, now lost in hazy fusion, time betrayed by hours no longer counted in his universe. Yet hesitantly …
she even looked a bit like you
outside the port-a-johnleaning on the livestock penstrapped between twin stenchesI hold your purse like a used tissue “don’t go anywhere!”so I go nowhere just throw my head back andstare at the …