Tag: cold

down east

it was late November when I drove toward Maine I still hear how the wind tore across the highway, rattling doors and nearly blowing that tired red Buick into the frozen ditch I had second, third - hell sixth thoughts on the other side of … Continue reading down east


it is a sparse sort of day of struggling light and freezing hours and hands that can't ward away the numb from stiff fingers the crows are quibbling over something fallen in the street beneath the lamp post where in twos and fives they've taken … Continue reading *


the leaves have dropped burnt out finally after the last conflagration and the fog drifts in most mornings now a shroud for ashen skies hangs about sometimes until noon even days like this call for extra cups of coffee with an extra spoon of sugar … Continue reading talismans