A Memorial Day poem Crisp in whites, eight men up, four on a side, slow-step the horizontal coffin across the flat expanse of our carrier, toward the edge. The decks are quieted. Crews of men in oil-spotted work clothes give a wide perimeter. The air hangs vacantly, with no women present to stitch that familiar [...]
Bathers, Dieppe by Erick Sickert You bent to pull your top, your arms so tan. I watched you from the cliff at quarry cove. Your bend of neck revealed, I felt like Pan, his belly in the brush, and then you dove. Your pointed feet were last to disappear. […]
Autumn Effect at Argenteuil by Claude Monet Like honey on a ripened pear, a glow upon today remains. Let’s walk, not brace for winter yet. Each unkempt orchard row will stiffen, cold, the frost like sharpened lace on this Winchester farm. Now, littered on […]