Posts from March 2020

Safe beneath my tree

Lying on my backon the picnic tablein my grandparents’ backyardI used to sing to the birdsin the high branchesof the catalpa treeaboveMy grandparents called it[…]

Poor penmanship

Better than a padlockor security alarmis the garbled handwritingwith which I keep my journals.Printed in faint pencil lead,the words gofrom margin to margin,(crossover margins)to the[…]

On the way somewhere

Ahead, a car flinches as its brake lights slam red.From nowhere, a hawk comes gliding across the country highway.First, the two northbound lanes.Then, the median[…]