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

on the night

we took our diversions to the party entertained each other between courses of food conversation and concern we caught hints of each other clues usually covered by normalcy but on this night displayed like fireworks against the foil of graceful … Continue reading

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twelfth night

below stairs is no more no little snicker when the ladle glides into the soup no moth-like flit of eyes behind the chairs when the napkin drifts to the carpet gloves have gone the way of ticking clocks

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a little thing

My good friend stood in the front hall in hat, coat, snow boots explaining the map of his basement and what to do if— when they arrived through the back door giggling and laden with grocery bags. The line of … Continue reading

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