Someone told me the difference between an extravert and an introvert is the extravert finds sustenance in others while the introvert is renewed in their aloneness. I fall head over bum into the latter category.
Unburying The Dune Shack
Oh, my children
each time the tide crashes
wood-and-sand fence
falling into the sea.
Black Grass
Anastasia didn’t wrap the fruit trees, windows low to the ground … abandoned izba, peasant house, in Zalesye village, near Chernobyl …
Words for Aurora
Words spin me like a whirling dervish of clandestine epiphanies. They mend me when my soul has frayed. They jig me when I’m on the road to Jag.
Tempest Of Words
I love words. Words like hypnaogogic, gobsmacked, serendipity, and onomatopeia that lick my lips as they slip slide out of my mouth.
You Are Not
You are not like gentle swans, perfect beauty so many times compared … You are like violent lightning, striking the lies of men and melting my soul to yours
Father’s Wake
FATHER’S WAKE Yesterday, we buried apa, my father. Today, I sit with people I do not know. Attend a Mother’s Day brunch at the Hungarian Church hall. Courtland township beside Lake Erie. Muddy, unpaved roads: listening to the cimbalom. The zither. Only yesterday we were singing a requiem to him. “Your father bought the tickets,” […]
Nanna (Sister)
NANNA: (SISTER) I am blind. I cannot help my mother. My husband left food out for us this morning. The social worker said I should place mother. She fell out of her chair, dozing. I tried to feel where she was. Didn’t know where her head or her buttocks were. The social worker is the […]
Runnin’
Author and runner Michael Lebowitz offers us a poetic short form running journal, and a window to the soul.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
February 14th – Valentine’s Day comes in the middle of a month that for many people feels like the apex of winter. There is still an urge to hibernate and withdraw from the world with only a few brief glances out the window to check on the progress of spring bulbs. In a way, this […]