Normal

The guy was tall, muscular and terrified.
Let me explain.
He was a summer guest at our college,
invited by our adult daughter because
he needed a place to stay— seriously.

Allow me also to explain that my wife and I,
have a, shall we say, volatile relationship:
if tension rises, we have established very
clear guidelines for resolving things. Generally,
yelling will be involved, accompanied by door
slamming and the occasional tearful Continue reading

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Remote

I am clad in winter now, packed away by snow and cold and dark;
I become a flippered seal: thick layers of clothing insulate me like layers of blubber;
I see, hear so little too much: muffling snow tricks reflections of light and sound;
driving becomes absurd: slush and ice and snow in all those varieties
defeat tire treads until sideways and merry-go-round are the new forward.
At night, house lamps and streetlights varnish snow, casting their dim calls
up to dark low hanging clouds, making Continue reading

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The drive to the beach

These white days in the heart of winter
the heat that sustains me is in the warm
grass that cradles my bare feet in
summers past and yet to come.

I think of hopping into the car, not bundled
within layers of warm fabric against the cold,
but hanging loose in shorts and tee.
In the trunk are the makings of a picnic.

On the way, Continue reading

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