Summer 2014

Road’s End

Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is nothing else upon earth that I desire beside thee. —Psalm 73:25, RSV The road, crowned with undisturbed gravel, where once a killdeer dared build a nest, lay four grey mottled eggs, each pivoted toward an unmarked center,


In her memory, the hive sat in the side yard, echoing family rituals and routines. Summer mornings, workers would swarm the basil plant on the porch. They bothered no one—not even Dale, whose deck chair always sat close by. Maisy could scarcely think of when she had ever been stung…

This Shaky Earth

An overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth—Goethe I’ve run out of verbs on the shoulder of I-75. Semis barrel, no, blast, no, thunder past my blown-out Outback, the shimmy I ignored for thirst of home, tire that looked fine


Under the old redbud in the boulevard, sound umbrellas our heads, lifted as to thunder. Near oh near, they cry above us, and together, though deaf in their midst, we speak the names we have learned in lives brief and long. Cicada, says my granddaughter, given by her mother.
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