Bookish Christmas
Lake Chautauqua in October
Because it was lovely there…
Lost Things
I don’t move the chest away from the wall. That is certainly where the lost necklace will be found. I have looked in every possible and likely-to-unlikely place for it with no luck. I’ve even asked the Unthing to show me where it is. Still it has not appeared.
A friend comes to visit. The one with the extravagant hair and clothing and jewelry. She has a soft face and kind eyes.
“Have you found your necklace yet?”
“Which?” I ask, as if I do not know.
“The one with the beautiful long gold chain, the white dove in the middle of a golden disk. The one you are always looking for.”
“No. But I know where it is.”
“Where is it?”
“It is behind the chest in the bedroom.”
“Would you like help moving the chest?”
“No.”
“Why not? When will you move it out?”
“Never.”
She nods. “Yes. It is safe there.”
Edges
I’ve loved you around the edges
The corners, the fog,
those things next along the path where you hide.
There, there.
on The edges of dreams.
with Declaratory evasiveness,
Plainspoken ambiguity.
so We live in the margins,
the backdrop of the stage.
We don’t know who’s in the spotlight
and we don’t care,
hidden as we are by knowledge
in someone else’s poem,
a DeLillo novel.
a counterfeit silence.
NPR
What would you
like to read?
Showing all books (309)
Covers List
Writers Ink—Writing and Stuff 