Monthly Archives: October 2011

As if God were the postman, and I could–from here– just order online.

When the well is most needed, the walk there is work. O come, blessed rain.

“There are things ‘alf in shadow and ‘alf way in light.” I am one of them.

Ash-stained, we climb the stairs between pavement and stars, perspective lucky.

‘Old soul’: probably not justification for curmudgeonliness…

The streaks seemed to be her only constant: dyed locks, torn makeup, stretch marks.

A ribbon of geese strings the sky–right to left–like a ticker of morse code.