A casual accounting, more or less

  A Country Epitaph by William Stafford   I am the man who plunged through a river to save his dog; who failed my parents, though; who forgot my grief, and sang.   Outside your light I stand. I appeal through careless words, I appeal by this casual stone: Was there more I could have […]


My phythisian eye opened

  only the crossing counts by C.D. Wright   It’s not how we leave one’s life. How go off the air. You never know do you. You think you’re ready for anything; then it happens, and you’re not. You’re really not. The genesis of an ending, nothing but a feeling, a slow movement, the dusting […]