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Winter_'11
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waterfall
you will pack gear and grains, dried fruit and water.
the ice axe, glinting in dark storage,
will go along, arrest you from falling.
your father will go with you
to the mountain. (more)
uncertai... | climbing | certaint...
serrated
My father loved Sundays on our boat, a Chris-Craft he polished until it shone, like a gem-stone on the necklace of the Great Lakes.

One afternoon in late fall, the boat resting in her cradle on land, after refinishing the hull, he was painting the hard top roo(more)
boats | roses | gratitud...
waiting for the
Where are the words?
I sit on the river bank, tap my heels
against a flat rock,
waiting.

Maybe they've drifted downstream. (more)
waiting | words | water
blockade
the sun pours over the trees
and grass,
thin clouds only
veil the rare midwinter heat.

i want more. (more)
fullness | want | heat
reading it all
Under the blanket, rose bordered in leaves,
pillows piled up,
I flashed the pages with a tiny penlight.
Hours into night, I read
anything: poetry, mysteries, short stories,
magazines, sections of the newspaper (more)
secret | night | reading
meant to fail
She stands in the chill of the kitchen,
dressed entirely in his clothes:
soft gray cotton pants,
plaid fleece-lined jacket.
Only the thin white camisole
and bare feet are hers. (more)
morning | winter | wish
cars can be
The moon bounded out of heavy clouds, glancing off the rear-view mirror, like the frightening beam from an approaching flashlight.  Neither of them moved a muscle.  Their quick breaths halted in favor of holding shallow, not making a sound.  Outside the car, dry leaves crackled like brittle pa(more)
fiction-... | with a f... | close en...
caught with his
In the back seat of our silver-blue Lincoln Continental, a symbol of my father's business success, though I had no idea at the time, I sat watching the two of them.  He started the car, cracked the power windows, glanced at my mother, put it in reverse.  Then I caught him(more)
parents | pearls | love
ying & yang
Wait, isn't it 'yin and yang'??  

This spelling and, even more so, this particular pronunciation always amuses me.  Sounds like twin sushi chefs.  Or morning cartoon characters, with little ponytails.  Or someone's Siamese cats from the same litter.  

I'm (more)
fall qua... | annoying | writing ...
temptation
almost imperceptibly,
i hear myself thinking
it will be easier this time: giving this rare
but harrowing possibility
a chance.
(more)
cold | faith | heat
just before noon
It’s just before noon.  I'm writing to tell you what’s on my mind...

I was regaling someone last night with 'our' story: how we met, who we became, are now.  He was awed by a bond of such longevity.    

The shift in our communication, that we haven’t visited,(more)
letter | longevit... | love
this good forever
the three deer would feed quietly,
watching us watching them.
the road would curve on ahead
toward the old cedars and the
silver tide,
the bluff rising high into green farms (more)
lingerin... | autumn | rest
ethereal
the wind came up high overnight,
enough to wake me,
shaking the windows and doors.

a little frightened, i made my way
to the window: (more)
night | wind | rose
what i'll bring
under the chestnut tree,
before the fruit has fallen to the ground,
we'll spread out the books
and pages
we've brought.
(more)
small | open doo... | poem
family vacation
they took trips to far-a-way places,
my parents,
by themselves, once a year.
i didn't get to go.

this was their "alone time," and (more)
small | taxiderm... | poem