avis, of dignity

i'm calling you from across the waves of endless hours that have rolled upon our mutual seas calling back farther than my beginnings on this earth, farther still than the beginnings of your children back to the place you were when the picture was taken that i've stolen from my mother's cache that she keeps in her closet a picture in dwindling black and white and lashed...

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no easy chair

she asks if she might be able to sit with me and then pulls herself up without waiting for an answer i have a pain in my side that she presses against by squirming into the small place between me and the arm of the chair using her bottom as a pry it's an old recliner its back having lost its strength and one side - my side in fact - lags beneath the...

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the moment

blind in my living a life of fading passion you offered access: a touch in that old hallway dilating these clouded e...

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a loud peace

on a walk this morning, or maybe recently, i came to the boundary that separates my property from my neighbor's and found that overnight he'd erected an encircling wall an exaggerated thing, made of mud bricks from the Nile, it rose up far enough to strain the neck and blot out the east-rising sun i'd once enjoyed at this hour it now cast a shadow out across my pasture, driving the beasts north to where the sun could be felt on their backs, and...

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Father

Finding the right solution to this particular Angle, the one that has perplexed him for an hour, he Thinks on it with his quiet resolve, his calm passion. He is a master at steadfast patience, despite a wilting sun, Even in the face of such wooden defiance, he surrenders not to the problems of life, Resolving them instead with the love and grace of the carpenter's ...

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