Lighthouse: disorientation in flashbacks where
Once, dramaturgy crafted
Signature stories of unwoven happenstance
Lighthouse
Voices
My Sister
This is my sister, about
To leave home,
And have a happy 1972
Photographs are strange,
Making the old young again
And time reverse —
I remember well that car
That very day
And that lost leaf driveway
My older sister
Radiant with her new hope
Like summer itself
To share is human:
tea with memories
waves and flowers
On Fads
Answering
The questions I once asked
Now need answering;
But answering’s harder than asking
To share is human:
Saturday Drive
Three hundred miles today: mountains,
Farmland, and rivers —
And something like “peace”, also
To share is human:
Paralysis
She feels compelled, not inspired —
Creative energy wasted
In self reproach only paralyzing
