Category Archives: lotus eaters

about people who are not facing the here and now, but have to be there and then on cell phones and ipods

walking after supper

On my way to chorus practice the first warm spring evening thinking about today’s poem wondering how to do after singing what I usually do before breakfast but just couldn’t do today A young woman overtakes and passes me walking … Continue reading

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coffee stop

I prefer booths; these tables are too close together, but not enough like a Paris café: where’s the arrogant waiter tyrannizing between the tables? These wimpy servers are too pale and worried to pull it off. You were talking about … Continue reading

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Metcalfe

here’s the thing: I knew only the edges of the man to others went the task of knowing him yet here I am writing of his life and death stewing in my ignorance so you get this form of ignorance … Continue reading

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