Glasses on an open book its pages ruffled by the wind. Spring air (as winter melts away) against a naked patch of skin. The warmth of sunlight on my back. The sight of seagulls as they fly. The scent of sand beneath a towel. The curl of waves under the arc of sky.… Read More BEACH
Like me. That’s the drug – a draft of this nectar can own me into the next life for an accolade you barely recall. Like me. Quiet my fears with the smile and nod I awaited endlessly at war zone dinner tables, parentless performances and lonely surgeries. Like me and it’s ok not to have… Read More LIKE ME
Each May I walked the ground along Bull Run seeking fiddleheads. Returning home with my bag of ferns, I’d blow the papery layer off, then steam them. Their perfume filled the house with a scent I dream of still. I’d arrange the stems and whorled tops on a painted plate and drizzle them with hollandaise.… Read More FIDDLEHEADS
He walks the woods no more this land whose every hill he knows geodes by the stream the trail where turkeys file at dusk. Right hand upon his dog, he sits beside the window to watch the squirrels she used to chase cache nuts against the coming dark. A doe, two fawns at clearing’s edge… Read More UNCLE
A WELL TRAVELED HEART 