More Insomnial Moments
Quarter past midnight. The last remnant of relaxing chamomile leaves a tangy, bitter aftertaste. “Zigzagging to the light” plays across my mind as I put down an extended meditation on mentorship in Robert McDowell’s...
Category: Poem
Impromptu Pilgrimage: Marion Shrine
The Stations of the Cross lead us to Lady Park. There, refurbished statues, on new pedestals that depict the Joyful, Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries of the Rosary, line a path. At the end of...
Cinderella
Poem There is a girl who sits on the wooden floor, no roof; The clouds floating by overhead as if down a river. She sits there in the sunlight, sorting leaves, Pushing them in...
Four Days After Smuggs
Monday. The Orthodontist’s examination room exhibits college banners. Including Binghamton University—SUNY Binghamton—my Alma Mater. mirror to his mouth a view of his overbite Tuesday. The images from Guardians of the Galaxy float off a...
