Notebook, April 14, 2022

Cover of Planet of the and dog....

When the Old Times Call

Walking this morning
I thought of my
Great grandfather
Who sawed boards
For coffins
In the far north…

He looked at trees
In varied ways…


A Short Story

Night confession is hard and long
Watching the exhaust
From the car in front of you
Mile after mile…


For the simple reason
That many may think otherwise
I listen to my blind eyeballs


Hawks get rowdy with each other in the woods
But misery has a shrewder voice

Moon setting
in the autumn morning, dips
like a vessel
Glides like a sail through heaven


Immanence and impermanence–my brothers
I think hard about you
Two crickets outside Water falls on my wrist
When I wash a cup


In short: every ritual should astonish human arrangements


Dear Blue: I wasn’t really a blind child at all, but one of the ghosts who rang Strindberg’s doorbell


I like Beethoven’s last string quartets
I like broken windows in abandoned country houses
I like crows on telephone wires
And Boolean Algebra and rain in winter

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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