As I Have

If I gave my walk to you againI would harbor it in the greyI would crawl, intact, through summits of myselfThe nursemaid pain reflecting on thoughts I never had.Boots extended, I would feel my way across the wetDark pines would needle me into awarenessThe grey vale of dreams would fasten tightAround my anklesThe ineffable waves […]

Walking in the time of Covid

Beatrice and I go for a walk yesterday. We park at the boat ramp amid the start of Labor Day tourists: kids, floating devices, coolers, and dogs. We walk past and onto the trailhead. She tells me about how Jackson got really drunk last night. Syd’s son had a bunch of friends over, boys that […]

On Not Being Sure About Writing

I set up my writer’s space. The clearing out of what is old and now unused happens first. My son and I take apart the old bed that my girl slept on, then my oldest boy this summer. I look at the mattress and try to remember where it first entered my life. It is […]