Life moves as a cat scratching its back on a doorway: over time its mark is revealed. Moments adding up, encapsulated in minds, on photos, diaries, colorings and drawings, stuffed animals and cast clothing. Ordinary days are a precocious bouquet: schooling, working, eating, fighting, playing, writing, crying, reading, bitching, praying, learning, begging, embracing, watching TV…
Tag: death
The Second Calling
The Second Calling I Do you know why I want to believe in ghosts? The night you died, the phone broke through our wailing. I answered a screen filled with zeros to echoes of silence. II As they wheeled you away, I kissed your forehead, the cold radiating through me like winter glass my frostbit…
To Matt
your image recedes, like a silhouette beneath dark waters the presence known by the points of light left in its wake, the way phosphorescent algae bursts to life as you swim. You cut through darkness with brilliance that hovers and shimmers long after you have glided beyond. Yet when I close my eyes you are…
summer’s slow retreat
I that final summer we spent our nights on the pier, the moonlight bathing the water with its cool hands. night sounds, frogs humming and burping, crickets, and water slapping rocks serenading us. long hours lost in eternal embrace, caresses without end, daylight hours, too, passed in hide-and-seek cornfields. ski trips and trains marked our…
Seven
Hit with a scent memory, cascading whiffs of cigarette smoke mingling with Dove soap. Suddenly taken back, back to early childhood. To Maw Maw’s house. Age seven. And it’s a real memory. Seen through my eyes as I saw it then. It’s not a memory reconstructed, where you see yourself as well as what you…
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