Change

Our sparrows did not return this year. Their little brown house is empty and still. Only the wind shakes it now. Last year at this time they were busy caring for their young. She, flying off to find food, and he, standing guard outside, darting off when she returned. I wonder about them, the generations … More Change

Fetish

I spend most of every Sunday with crossword puzzles. Our local paper has three of them, with different levels of difficulty. After solving the Jumble and Sudoku, which I consider a warm-ups for my brain, I tackle the mid-level crossword, because it’s the shortest, then move on to the difficult one. By day’s end, I’ve … More Fetish

Rowing Home

That sultry day, summer’s waning light, its grasp weary, anticipated death. I didn’t know it at the time, but watched you melting in its haze, thoughtful, with your oars, each fading cell a ghost on rolling glass, hushed waves. No sorrow in your silence, you seemed content to sway, and drift to shore, a thousand … More Rowing Home