October 23rd, 2016
She sees a starling legs-up in the gutter. She finds an earthworm limp and pale in a puddle. What’s wrong with them? she says. I tell her they’re dead. She scowls at me. She stares at her short shadow And makes it dance in the road. She shakes its head. Daddy, you don’t look pretty,... Read more »
October 22nd, 2016
At the old Polish gardener’s There’s a young cat A calico Living half-wild Under the potting shed Where she was born Her face is decorated With daubs and smudges And streaks of black As if she were made up to be a clown In some mysterious carnival I gaze at her in wonder She gazes... Read more »
October 21st, 2016
October 20th, 2016
It’s the immemorial feelings I like the best: hunger, thirst, their satisfaction; work-weariness, earned rest; the falling again from loneliness to love; the green growth the mind takes from the pastures in March; The gayety in the stride of a good team of Belgian mares that seems to shudder from me through all my ancestry.