Poetry

Listen now to the dull roar of deep time in which you, little one, are sealed. Turn your ear to the sound of the ages, cascading over you, trundling past…

A chill windswept throughmy house,blowing out thecandles and darkening each of its manyrooms.I was sorely tempted, I’ll admit,to shut the windowsand bolt the doorsand do all I couldto drive outmy frigid guest.But…

*A note on this piece. I wrote it the morning after many of the shutdowns of Covid-19 first went into effect. Fear and concern were everywhere. I went out onto…

How can we be so blind? A thousand glories go streaming by our faces and the best among us can only flail wildly desperately trying to catch the tail end…