Tag Archives: aging

Gordian knots

I am becoming the guy I used to dread standing behind at the supermarket cash the guy whose arthritic fingers and swollen brain couldn’t untangle the knots of coins in his little change pouch to fetch thirty-eight cents while trying … Continue reading

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parking lot

We spoke in the parking lot two couples he on he; she on she raw blue west wind reddened cheeks teared eyes October peered out of their clutched shopping bags dill stalks, gourds, apples we swapped stories of family joys … Continue reading

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Looking at you

My hands have held so much of you: this house and the hammers that have repaired and shaped it, the leather clad wheel that steered our trips, the tissues that dried our eyes at cakes and wakes, the cameras that … Continue reading

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