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A past that’s sprinkled with the bluesA few old dreams that I can’t useWho’ll buy my memories of things that used to be? —Laminated into the table in Willie‘s Corner at Texas Roadhouse in Elk Grove, CAFrom Willie Nelson’s song, … Continue reading →

C’mon, you cute thing,ask me to meet youat the soda shop where you’ll buy mea malted that a whitepaper-hatted boy will deliver to ourbooth with three straws.You’ll give me two, you’ll take one, andour teeth will chilland our brains will … Continue reading →

(for Mom) This could be your big chance to finally meet him,you, who swooned from his Sundance Kid days,imagining yourself as his leading lady in every film. And if, as you postulated, we give up these bodies,morphing into bits of … Continue reading →

August feels like a deep inhale before the year tilts toward fall.—Carissa Potter We feel the tilting, the planet beginningits annual lean in this hemisphere, the trees already letting go of their shade,though summer has not let go of us … Continue reading →

Thoughts. I have so many. If overthinking was a crime, I’d be serving a life sentence. Maybe a run-on sentence. —T. De Los Reyes, from “Read a Little Poetry” Maybe not a crime, maybe moreof a grammatical sin, though maybe … Continue reading →

Yours was lilac, though you didn’t wear the scent,but planted two in the back yard, walked the slopinggrass to sniff them when they bloomed. Hers was tea—at least to me—she who kept a teadrawer before I did, who loved good … Continue reading →

(for Lindsey and Chuck, bound for England) Clouds stacked up for miles aheadlike planes waiting to land— or flat-bottomed sailboats scuddingacross endless blue— I wanted to follow where they wereheaded, but the road turned southward, and the flotilla continued east,and … Continue reading →

(with apologies to Miss Dickinson) Hope is the thing with flowersthat germinate in the soiland push their way toward the light— and somehow spring into theirshort-lived lives with such joythat we smile every time we see them— and, like the … Continue reading →

Today of all days—the day after another unspeakable actthat is spoken of over and over, joining the chorus of tragedieshumans visit upon each other,the killings and starvings, the bombings and beatings—we think of those in the towerswhen they fell, of … Continue reading →

(Sept. 11, two dozen years later…) So this honey bee lands smack dabin the center of a Mexican sunflowerand sets about doing its business— which is, of course, pollinating—when it is joined by another bee-likeinsect called the hover fly. One … Continue reading →