The Doctor recoiled, he wished he could say, "Turn down the lights. Everyone be silent." then he looked again. No veterinarian would be asked to perform such a parturition.

The lightbulb in my bedroom could have lit a truckstop. As he walked down the hall to make coffee he would pause at my room, "Time to get up", then turn on the light and keep walking.

In Nebraska, when no one comes down your lane, or down your road, and the phone is dead and the mail has stopped, the wind gets determined to push you to leave.

"Do you have a minute to talk?"
"Sure."

Crumbled ghosts and tall grass grow where once my life was. Where I mowed the lawn. Where I made promises.

I haven't seen a counselor since 2005.

The Goldfinches and Sparrows are right on time. No need for an alarm clock, they sing me awake.