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(for Clifford Ernest PollandMay 21, 1952–March 18-19, 2001) I stand atop a rock at Shell Beach,looking out to a sea far calmerthan yesterday’s stormy onebut still alive with vigorouswaves exploding onto seastacks,sending spray forty feet abovethe surge. No longer do … Continue reading →

When the tide swirled in,I found my wellies overtoppedby the chill of saltwater,as hundreds of tiny becalmedsails swirled around my calves. I did not leap toward shore,but stood and watched themcaught in a vortex not of theirmaking, these small doomedcreatures … Continue reading →

Leo horoscope for Sunday:Introspective feelings could drive you to probethe inner recesses of your mind today. 🌖 🌖 🌖 I ask Dr. Google: How many people in the worldare born under the sign of Leo? (Like me.) Dr. Google’s AI … Continue reading →

“You can’t save everything,”my sister said as we went room by roomthrough the house of our mother,who pretty much did. Though hers was more of a case ofnot-getting-rid-of, of stuffing more stuffinto an already full drawer or cupboard,which turned the … Continue reading →

After missing the eclipse the night before,I drive home in the blazing incandescence of a full moon on high beam, power lightingthe sky so that when I step out of the car to try to capture its radiance, I land … Continue reading →

We put pair after pair of her shoes intogreat garbage bags, some for donation, somebound for the Place Where Old Shoes go, but some I could not quite bear to release—the dyed-to-match pink linen pumpsthat accompanied the fuchsia sheath with … Continue reading →

through your just-written poem as you read it to your writing group is to pronounce a few words as best you can, gulping, gasping in your shakiest voice,then pause, take a deep inhale, then read a few more. Repeat. Read, … Continue reading →

We all want to pluck a chunk of time,usually the good bits, and store themsomeplace safe— a chronological savings account,perhaps, or we chop time intosmall sections and stuff it into mason jars, tucking thoseprecious containers into our souls’basements so that … Continue reading →

(Noun: Music. A more or less independent passage at the endof a composition, introduced to bring it to a satisfactory close.) Neither my sister nor I thought it was important,but the family photographer did, wanting to take photos of us … Continue reading →

I couldn’t find it for months, the bracelet thatshe insisted had to be on the dining room table,the one I could not find on the dining room table, nor in her bathroom atop the slender medicinecabinet jammed with jewelry and … Continue reading →