“I dusted off his tomb, mumbling to his bones about loving and not forgetting him, but left the snow on the marker stone for better visibility from my room.”

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In those days I could hardly wait for the end of June. So many moms fretting about long months without childcare, or long days without “a break,” but I had that covered. I was the childcare, and they were the break.

Read more "Today"


It’s hard to explain how a few precious things
Seem to follow throughout all our lives.
After all’s said and done I was watching my son
Sleeping there with my bear by his side…
Believe me if you can/ I’ve finally come
back to the House at Pooh Corner…
– Loggins and Messina
[Return to Pooh Corner]


Read more "Shannon"


Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I’ll taste your strawberries,
I’ll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows will all pass away
e’er I forget all the joy that is mine today.
– Randy Sparks

Read more "Liam"


Refuse again to speak.

Retain those words that, brimming your heart, have hung so long, so low, that even you cannot with certainty declare them words, or thoughts, or there at all.

Read more "Drops"

My Gossamer Universe

The prismatic exactitude of a rainbow, the guttered dirt and leaves of spring, a heart replete with love: all these perceptions can be explained and even addressed as functions of physical laws.

But they cannot be rendered small by an infinite universe that contains but does not itself perceive them, a universe that neither knows nor cares about having brought them to be.

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Logical Conclusion

The logical conclusion
of your first dark look
follows a classical line
of argument
from guarded greetings
and breathless sudden sightings
to the inevitable
and impermeable
privacy of embrace
[that cannot both be
and not be:
reductio ad absurdum].

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Hearths and Homes

However long ago, however dim the memory, there is no stretch of elastic time that cannot snap back to what will always be, for once having been. No anger, no flaw, no fear or wish on anyone’s part can annul, or supplant, or diminish a first deep love, a first winter – however cold and frightening, at times – or a firstborn.

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Winter Midnight

What moves at midnight

is the lateral indecision of stars

which yet strike straight.

Their vacillation a peculiar refringency:

A bending of light, through the singular elasticity

of night, into waves that shore

on the sonic nerve.

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