Each year my high priestess, not without blood, phones to recite the story of my birth. We danced at the Chamberlin against a night of few stars, she says, colonnade women and poplin men in brick-soled bucks on bluegrass. Heat lightning tugged at tankers in a dark offing. We were at a point; you’ve seen […]
The older I’ve gotten (and I do attribute it to age), the more I’m prone to seeing people as they might look years from now. It’s like I create those time-altering “Have you seen me?” photos in my head — the photos on the back of junk mail postcards sent to help rescue missing children. […]
Bethany, our thirteen-year-old, has always loved to hear me whistle. I didn’t know I was that good until she told me I was, and I believe her because I want to. She’s pretty good now herself, and she joins me when she hears me whistle a familiar tune. I had a song stuck in my […]
Last fall two baby turtles, about the size of pickle chips, reached our doorstep in a Styrofoam hamburger box. They were the fruit of long family deliberations over what pet to get. Fur makes me sneeze, and my wife has a thing about the snakes and lizards my son wants. The turtles belong to my […]
One day I was flying my kite.
My kite was lifting me up,
and I was flying!
– Peter S., First Grade
It a bummer when you want to write some verse, you know, and you’re always writing in the shadow of your best poem written when you were six . . .