Unannounced Departure
There are fresh mouse turds near my workstation, beside piles of excess papers next to Jaimie’s former workstation. We found out that she took a position at Briarcliff schools last Friday. Jaimie had urged...
Category: Poetry
Hinterland
You There As I see you from this close I can imagine worser things still within my mind But you may like that It’s unfair that one should be left so broken and away...
First Morning, School year ’14-15
Almost an hour later, the coffee maker still gurgles. Evening crickets slowly stop. Morning grasshoppers pick up. The sky brightens. Soon enough, I’m ready to shower. Another work year begins, yet I still sit...
Labor Day ‘14
Waiting for rain that hasn’t come. Above the passing cumulus clouds, a prop plane. The gentlest tremble of maple leaves in a breeze too light to stir the wind chime. Mira reads. Frankie, too—or...
Appointment
They are full today. It is a blocked date. We are dying to get in, everyone is dying; there is no room for death with nurses on vacation, so you’ll have to wait for...
’14 Summer Swansong (part 5)
August 31st Louis’ steaks cook perfectly. I see the pink interior of the half of one that I fork onto my plate. The juices fill my mouth as I close lips around that first...
