Owl
The branch she rests on barely flexed with her landing or so seems plausible to this observer when she’s pointed out she wears a patterned coat…
Falling Away
A moment settles, a stillness barely echoing a soft rainfall a bowel-mutter of a refrigerator it slips out of anxiety’s claws an empty suit freeing…
At Issue
Sometimes it approaches at a gallop a heavily armored horse and knight with brutal lance uplifted immodest as a monarch Henry VIII unhorsed, knocked out thought…
The Myth of Solitude
Hiking boots have rubbed sores on both ankles, through thick sox Shift the pack, sit on a log beside an alpine lake take off the…
Clearing Fences
we sip chilled wine on a deck-like terrace in autumn sunlight’s failing warmth in the distance the low rumble of the falls a light lunch we’ve…
Conversations with Original Mind
In 50 years, she answers, though not asked She wears a white lab coat that filters but doesn’t to hide her light I know God…
Too Late
Late evening light sorts the leaves of an old apple tree beside the backyard deck an heirloom variety whose name I almost recall… Pippin. Newton Pippin. Grown…
The Unchosen
not mine exactly, those unchosen remaining in the odd half-life of possibles careers considered and abandoned their corridors un-walked my tread a ghostly absence among…
What Rousseau Knew about Solitude
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2020/04/27/what-rousseau-knew-about-solitude/? A great writer misunderstanding solitude points readers toward a deeper, true understanding.
