Poetry

Ithaca, NY, 1972 Saturday mornings I'd take my young sons to breakfast while my wife slept late. They liked to spin on the counter stools, so I plunked myself between them and slowed them down, left, right, left, right, until our food came: juice, [...]

Sun flickers through the trees beyond the window outside the room in which we sit all morning, talking around the table whose wooden surface quickens with shuttled light and shade, leaf shadow and sun both weaving and woven, each by each, as if the [...]

Gregor Mendel, 1857 Up the monastery walls, the brewery's yeast-scent huffles. And the dusty cat, stretched high over warm stones, swings its blunt snout this way and that, yeast-ward and monk-ward, from release to salvation. In the bright sun he [...]