My Son Standing Near a Glass of Water

My Son Standing Near a Glass of Water

Tiny air bubbles pincushion the glasscatching rainbowsso perfectly full of light’s live handtouching also the hair and beardof the man he has become. As he stands abstracted by what he hearsthrough strands of earbuds invisible to me,this glistening listening fills my...
Climate Passover

Climate Passover

Someday they will askWhat were they thinking? When the car is hurtlingOff the overpassTowards the riverWhat is the child in the backseatThinkingExcept doors and windows? We bought a canoeMy husband and IAnd set it just outside the window.Sometimes, at night, we...
Music Appreciation for Dead People

Music Appreciation for Dead People

When I started this final exam reflection/exit essay (which I wonder if you’re even reading) I dialed up the Brahms Alto Rhapsody you played early this semester which you said was so beautiful it made some suicidal writer change his mind, so I gave it another chance...
Snow Door

Snow Door

Hers is the last vehicle in the funeral home parking lot. Carol makes sure of that before she straps the brass urn with her husband’s ashes into the passenger seat of their pickup truck and sets off for their summer house on Lake Superior. She wants no conversation...