Another man sits alone in one of the chairs
kitty-corner from me. He, too, has brought
his own book to mask the anxiety of the wait.
Somewhere removed, in a room we can not see,
doctors and nurses exchange hospital gossip
as they perform their scopies on our wives.
On TV Japanese forces are counting down
seconds before decimating America’s navy
on December […]
The taxi is parked in a bus stop space
near a pay phone booth. The driver
holds the receiver in his hand
and when we stride within easy earshot,
he cries out,“Oh, my poor wife,
my wife, ooohh…” his voice,
an exemplar of abject misery.
As we draw abreast of him,
he places the receiver back on its hook,
turns to us with hand […]
by Glen Sorestad
“Home is where one starts from”, wrote T.S. Eliot. A place to start, a place to ruminate upon, a place to write out of the heart and into words.
We all share a concept of home, though it may differ significantly from one individual to the next. Home is a place where […]
Confucius surely has a saying apropos
to someone who loses a wedding band
walking or jogging through the park.
A LOST poster shouts the sorry
missing ring news from the pathside
waste container where every passing
walker is compelled to read it.
Oh-oh, someone’s in deep do-do,
I think as I read the pathetic confession.
My first emotional twinge is pity,
as I amble past […]
The photo features a dark-haired woman
gazing with imperious disinterest
from an open doorway out across
the narrow walkway. We know
she is no strumpet touting her wares –
there’s nothing lurid nor enticing
in her make-up, garb nor pose.
What the photo does not see
is what she does and is trying to ignore.
We know the woman works in
the bar directly across […]
