skein

         I             saw               in…

The Pitch

– For Len Gasparini I could have mumbled a poem at you Easily yet the mornings bring a…

weak cloth

we are made of weak cloth and barely woven fabric sewed, having chosen a design because…

Unfoundland

  When they were old men they couldn’t recall if they had strode that mystery, or…

The Door

“Go shut the door,” he told me, and I stopped a second, wondering exactly what he…

Language

when my mother died so did our language the one we spoke each day at the kitchen table…

Wasted Talent

“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a…