Your kitchen, in grey hesitant light— coffee, French bread, goat cheese served on blue unmatched china.Breakfast is simple as always. We eat quietly.The hiss of the espresso potintersects careful …
Oh Moon, whose ancient face has viewed this mortal sphere from Alpha on, until this very night, when silent shafts of glow creep down to change each daytime shape with soft, ethereal light.
The day after my mother’s death, my niece and I pour through photo albums, find a box of loose, curled, snapshots — images of the massacre at Gardelegen —a barn door opened by American …
We had so little time dad.
The first time I saw my father embrace my mother was when she struggled through cancer. Framed in my mind is a wild-haired woman in a limp flannel gown, held stiffly in Father’s heavy hands at the end …
A red roan Appaloosa moseys to the railand pokes her nose across at me to snuffsome sweet hay in my fist, switching her tailas her eyes cross to focus on the stuffthe better in the dim air. Stars are …
Footprints on my barn floor To whom do they belong? To what do they belong?
A widow weeds beside the house that has become her husband. She’s annoyed he hasn’t shaved. She walks to the lake that has become her sister. They pour into each other. She tells the lake about …
In the year 1950 on a cool September morn Was a tragic disaster yet to be born. Just ahead was a troop train stalled on the track And the Spirit of St. Louis was coming in the back. Then it all happened, …
We speak in whispers, move in silence from room to room, listen to the oxygen’s steady pump moisture bubbling through the tubes. Three days unresponsive. I sit with her until someone else comes in. …
Poet’s Corner is curated by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk and supported by a grant to the Bucks County Herald Foundation made possible by Marv and Dee Ann Woodall.
As frost softens and ice disintegrates, daylight lingers, only slightly until one evening, perhaps when you least expect it, the night opens to a chorus of small voices, sharp and shrill. The spring …
I LOOKED AROUND ONE DAY TO FIND - AN AGING FACE THAT WAS NOT MINE - A MOTHER WHO IS NO LONGER THERE - FOR HER CHILDREN WHO NOW HAVE CARES - THAT FAR EXCEED - HER POWER TO INVEIGH - AGAINST THE FATES …
Before the haulers arrived, we sat for the last time on its shabby cushions —tentative now, on opposite ends, like strangers at a depot, awaiting a bus. Agleam, it had stood out once, set down among …
The more generous you are the wider the ripples produced by your simple dropping of stones. You bring your child to the pond and collect a few gifts ground down by the centuries for human fingers to …
Through the kitchen window The wind chimes tinkle where they hang in the garden in harmony with the snow-covered pine branches rustling in the breeze. The snow muffles their vibrations as it …
Some objects are beyond repair: a shattered glassan obsolete computer, an old wife who mustbe swapped for one who’s younger, cutera home exploded by a storm, a busted reputationa banged-up auto …
I am from the huge woods and the sparkling grass to the smell of the pine trees. I am from the glistening color changing leaves, the jungle of pretty flowers and the dirty smell of mulch. I am from …
