Starlight
There is a fresh-as-the-first-spring-morning feeling that comes with a nightfall then...
Magazine: Poetry
The Third Rail
It intimidates without apparent threat, not looking live or lethal, rough with rust...
If I Were Present at the Tribal Blessing
Had I been present when those pastors blessed the Tahlequah tribe, my sister by my side...
New London Ferry
Climbing to the breezy deck we hear ourselves descanting on...
On the Water
The heron rises overhead, as we push off the reeded shore...
August
Sighing as I go, exhaling summer’s heat — I’m done.
Army Base, South of Jerusalem, Friday Night
In the first deep darkness, during lit candles and prayer, I walked alone past the mess hall with my phone.
Our Fable of the Bees
Joseph Epstein reads The Fable of the Bees.
My Possessions
‘Like sterile seeds cast among weeds: cheese boards and socks, earrings and clocks... ’
When Pipers Remembered Babylon
‘Nebuchadnezzar’s statue stood, About as high as a false god could. The three were left with little choice. Silence after the herald’s voice.’