Driving through Idaho A good lottery knows a thing or two about your chances. Reservations. A skiff of snow just this side of Bliss. Approaching Fairfield on the after- noon-sunward side of Massacre Rocks. What better bluffs. That sultry Snake. Top 40 love songs blah blah, and politics aside, nothing beats giant windmills. . . […]
Just Gravy “Well that’s it. Everything else is gravy.” —Jericho Brown And God said, “Let there be gravy.” And it was just gravy. As good as gravy. Gravy was the whole telos of wisdom made flesh—God’s creatures, with or without their wings. And God said grace. And so we survive, some of us, for a […]
Other Wonders In museums, I’d admired triptychs of Mary and her child but found nothing familiar until I had children of my own. Then I saw the shape her arm made holding the baby. Erickson treated a woman for years without progress until, watching his daughter reach for her glass, he saw how her arm […]
Love Poem Written In A Dream She said, “I’ll be Jane Kenyon, you be Donald Hall.” We held each other terribly, terribly close.
Love Poem After Reading Neruda’s Sonnet XVII “I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire brings…” – Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, mostly because I don’t know what either of those things are. I suppose I […]
Love Poem After Roadhouse We’ve been going hot and heavy for a little while now. I thought the tacos turned out rather well on Saturday night, and if the tacos are a metaphor for our love, then we’re doing great. But let’s skip these cooing pleasantries and get to the crux of the matter: would […]