Author Archives: janishaag

Know this curve of bay well.Walked it, swam it, dug my feet into its sandy slope so many timesit feels like one of the elements of this island that have seepedinto me. Surely, my blood must be half seawater by … Continue reading →

Though I can’t—I know that—you all tucked up into a grief-ful,rage-ful ball. Or maybe you’re onyour feet, pacing or overflowing. I get that. But I’m a tinkerer of sorts.I want to pull out my little toolboxwith special devices that mightmake … Continue reading →

The little tube of a pillowthat props up my armdisappeared before I made it to bed deepinto the morning after,and, in the dark, groping for its familiarshape, I could notfind it. Gave up. Finally fell asleepand awoke a few hourslater, … Continue reading →

Two days after we fall back,my little atomic clock by the bed has not,stubbornly clinging to the savingtime that yields more light. I have to set it on the windowsillas it waits—like E.T.—scanning the skiesfor the right craft to wander … Continue reading →

Well, Lord a’mighty/Great Spirit/The Is/Universal What’s-it/ whatever/whoever you are—I sure hope so. The when is what makes mortals like meitchy with impatience— when will it all be revealed? If it’s atthe very end, in our final moments between slipping from … Continue reading →

…punctured by a holiness that exists inside everything.—Mark Nepo, from “Adrift” Just now. That moment. The one where youstepped away from the has to to give in to the want to, when you got up from yourchair and went to … Continue reading →

Leaves turn slowly in my neck of the woods,which are not woods at all, but the streetsof the Capital City I call home, which makes walking these days so colorful.In parts more northerly and easterlytheir autumn display has already peacocked … Continue reading →

Let me say goodbye today.Let me wish you well on your journey before I get all teary and full ofwould coulda shouldas as we do when people we lovesuddenly shove off for any number of reasons. Or peoplewe don’t love … Continue reading →

I don’t like to, but…Oh, why not? But first I gotta math,and I don’t math,so what’s 356 times 2? I calculator, though,so… 712? That’s, well, notnearly as many assome poets who’veput up their versesdaily for many years. But as of … Continue reading →