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

4/15/19

REMEMBER Almost lost amidst dead leaves and severed limbs, a nest felled by the storm, barely more than twigs. On other walks, it would have been a mass to be avoided, side-stepped in the rain. But reason, shamed by tireless fluttering, let sentiment compel a search for life within that sodden lump, so plainly delicate … More 4/15/19

On the El’

He walked up to me, this man on the El’, a stranger, and said the Lord asked him to bless me. His suit was gray, and his tie was… I don’t recall. The essence of caramel tinged his skin, and his eyes, a feast of lime, maize, blueberry, intensified as he spoke— enticed by… what? … More On the El’