Favor

Someone was pulling two empty shopping carts into the apartment building lobby. It was late autumn on the shore of Lake Superior, a day when the too fresh air signaled winter. An old woman, who had gone to get her mail, recognized her next door neighbors’ daughter. 

A Light in the Back of the Basement

I keep my time with old things these days, poems and stories, diaries and journals, photographs and a lampshade;  a rescued trove of writing held to the worn and fading light of journey and memory and another day; the chaos of a crazier mind, the energy of taxi cab dreams, the callings of a younger man, fishermen off the Albion shore.

A Collection Of These Things

                                                                               When you ask me how to do it
How to make it make sense
Break the words in a Poem
So as to make them less dense

An Evening Walk

As she did every summer day Mitoyo prepared a cup of tea and a few crackers when Koichi returned from his long hours as a railway dispatcher. They talked about events of their day, and, while neither mentioned it, they hid their disappointment that there was no letter from their son Kenji.  After his tea Koichi took one cigarette from a pack, carefully placed it in his shirt pocket, and started on his long evening walk.