Exiting the Trenches
We’ve been under house arrest for days, our gray-cloaked jailers, wispy-haired, roll their heavy carts overhead, jangling their keys, making …
Tag: Susanne Donoghue
Seeing in the Dark
Last night I wanted to climb the golden stairs and pour metallic confetti into clouds to mix with rain, surprising …
It’s Friday, People
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
Ancient Shepherds
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
Loud Silence
Trills and tremolos, chirps and warbles echo in the trees I see with closed eyes. Wind flirts with my ears …
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 …
Darkness
I love the light, but also when it goes to hide. The day’s too short for me to finish every …
No Harm Done or No Harm Seen
I mean no harm, truly. But trees are cut down, shredded, so I may buy toilet paper. When I discard …