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

After snowblowing

Rounded mounds of salt bruised snow fill my yard Clearing out a winter storm is not so hard Used to be after snow I’d man the tools Shovel and scoop and treat my back somewhat cruelly Now I have an … Continue reading

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clearing out the essentials

My wife began the day with an ominous word: “Okay—” More than the word it’s the pause; I hear thunder in the furniture and lightning in the shelves and if the elves can’t handle this, we’ll do it by ourselves— … Continue reading

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at the border

The customs officer is bored and in a hurry fog and scattered snowflakes fill the empty sky the woods the road he sends us through hardly looking at us My wife releases her grip the receipts passport justifications flutter to … Continue reading

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