“Look what you have done, Daddy. Those people in the little houses can stay in their homes. My friend, Bill, lives there. He is the neatest guy. Can we go see him sometime?” “We have to go to the hospital for your treatment today, Johnny. Maybe.” “Maybe what? They said
He came to us in that odd way A feline knows– A porch seat empty, An opened can of tuna on the step His mind, a cat’s mind, simply seeking warmth and food. This feral creature did not know the generosity of a back rub, the safety of a lap.
Across the western plain silence travels one unsteady foot at a time staggering, twisting, forward until even the birds stop their noisy chatter to watch his coming. The thirsty earth’s dry tongue avoids the travel- weary feet, licks at the pathway puddles but is not satisfied. Silence comes. Still. Shakespeare
Morn at its bright birth Brought light’s sweet forthcoming hue rejecting the dark. Quarterly, Inwood Indiana, Walt Whitman Project, That Literary Review, North of Oxford, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito.
Marco had schizophrenia. He thought he was magic. When he walked down the street and was in his normal state, he acted with kindness. He gave the few coins his sister gave to him, to the ones with signs that said “HUNGRY.” He wasn’t hungry. At least not today. At
Dr. Harry Porter ran his long slender surgeon’s fingers through his thick dark hair. He was new to medicine in some ways and not so new in others. He had been doctoring and innovating since before he was ten. The stories he could tell. A neighborhood cat had had its
It was just before sunset every twenty-four hours to the second. She appeared, whispered one word; then was gone. I stood on the hill behind the house for fifteen years just before twilight at that exact same time trying to hear the word. Every time, a bird chirped, a truck
I was riding a blind horse down the center of town Horns honked Women screamed Men heehawed mouths wide open– all I could see is calamity; the horse saw nothing, followed the guidance of my gentle nudge of the reins on his neck showing him his way home after cashing
Under a canopy of blue sky A light breeze lifts the new leaves on summer trees. Flocks of blackbirds season the backyard Like pepper cloves sprinkled randomly on a green earth. A flurry, a swirl charging the mix to flight. and silence falls as if they were never there.
Sun contemplates the language of landscape at twilight as a thread of light encircles the horizon. The calm orb slides down its nightly path pulls the silken imaginary curtain