Waves, curving, beautiful, ocean cloudy, yet when you imagine them they shine the clearest ideal blue. Salt on your tongue and in your eye reminds you there is no escape from grit, from the salty sand ashore, there can be only less or more. It’s enough to make you contemplate a seaweed’s fate or fish’s […]
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We hit something she said “a raccoon?” I said, “opossum.” I said, “turn around, let’s turn around.” and there it was lying in the street a silhouette of sharp snout and feet orange on grey on black, the colors fade. A cat, we hit a cat. So this is death, bulging, leaking red eyes protruding […]
While I’ll take life in any season, the transition from summer to fall is bumpy for me. This year, the melancholy I often feel during these pre-winter months has been accented by various family crises. Still, as the song goes, How can I keep from singing?
Tell me, she whispered, when the kids were down And the dark of day had drifted over like a welcome shroud, What is your love?
Look with wonder on the world And on the walkers in the world Familiar and strange as if on God, For gods they are, unknowing.
I wish I had a home— No, not my own— A place I’d shared with others All the summers of my life Or all the winters. But, as it stands, the candidates Are fallen into disrepair (False friends!), or usurped by Some false, pretending owner (Who would, her eyes askance, Refuse me ingress or relief), […]
__________________________________________________________________________________________________ In addition to writing poetry, directing memoir groups, and writing stories for […]
Today is WIZ’s fifth birthday! To celebrate that and LONNOL Month, we’re giving away TWO free silver screen classics from days of yore for your viewing pleasure! This first is a rerun from a previous WIZ Retro Review Giveaway, but it’s one of my favorite old flicks. Come Next Spring is a generous story with […]
(For Clinton F. Larson) How long did I look in that face, admit that voice? He left his door unlocked to me, kept ice cream money in a drawer. He fit his office to my urchin company. Those years I spent his foundling, each day waking, I toyed on his baroque and spiraled stair. “Look, […]
The world is in chaos, but Tom Turner is frying two eggs and a side of bacon. His wife, Mattie, sits at the kitchen table eating cold cereal and watching the news on her tablet. Revolutions are whittling away at South America. Europe is on the brink of collapse. China is squeezing the U.S. dry. […]