Where Does a Person with Aphantasia Dream of Going?
My son asks me how can I run the same
mile-long loops through the woods every day
and not be bored and I tell him it’s different—
every time.
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It was the mid-’60s, a time of rock and roll and hippies, yet men still wore hats to work, and ladies wore dresses and pantyhose.
Prayer After Iconoclasm
Blessed are the bones, the scaffold
that holds, seed set in the depth
of the mouth, waiting to sprout
in the slippery dark.
Poems, Young Poets
False Spring
On one of February’s false springs,
I hike to the creek near my house,
Searching for mica, pottery, and shells.
A Family Matter
Of course, when my mother asked /
that I give my wife a kiss for her, I did so, /
telling my wife, I am my mother, kissing you.