“What is in your mind?”~ C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
On some ancient and melancholy eve in Athens, as the pomegranate sun began its
ritual descent into the briny old sea
September shoulders in bringing with him cloud-shine, shiver;
the last waves of summer raise their humming weight against the dark.
Autumn is an infant: make new room, it says, for me in your
It’s a wonder that Richard Linkater’s new movie Boyhood ever got funded, because
on paper the story must have sounded really boring: a brother and sister
complain about moving, go bowling,
I remember standing in line at the drugstore with my mom one time when I was in
high school. They were having one of those fundraisers where you give a dollar,
and you
lugged, tugged, hauled, wheeled out
of the office of Psychiatrist So-and-So and onto
conveyor belts attached by air
to flight, time, destination
always arrives later than usual
in the decade and doesn’t