Generation

Nodded off at 3 while son put on his day clothes. Second cup of tea.

I have purchased the new album by Enya. Shame me not! A friend said, as he walked into the kitchen while I was playing the new album by Enya, “I didn’t even realize it was playing–but somehow I felt indescribably soothed.” Exactly.  These, my good people, are prayers sung at the stylish nunnery. Which is […]

Let us resolve to retire these words or phrases from popular use: 1. “Blow up.” As in: “This band is blowing up!” Or “My phone is blowing up!” No. Your phone is not blowing up. There are places where phones (and homes, and busses, and city blocks, and on and on) really do blow up. […]

Had to stop not to hear my boots on the street. Sleet against the leaves.

The hum of the house: dishwasher, dryer. The draft over the black fire.

Fly in the laundry room. Morning snowplow. Fly falls from the naked bulb.

The rearview mirror shows the loose skin of a throat. We pass barren trees.

the peach street light, the orange fire in the woodstove –have not seen the moon

Adults cook dinner. “. . . The pregnancy track?” Son’s cough will stay til April.