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From a Farmhouse in Nadur

Under Ursa Minor’ssmattering of stars,they sit in an overgrown gardenon cold stone benchesaround a bonfire that cracks and hissesand sends embers weaving into the night.They are voluble, wobbly with booze.The moon is near full.It observes them...

Afternoons at Huxxluq

for Maurice, Moira, Veronica and Patrick Follow me down a narrow country lane.  High, dry stone walls sheathe the road tightly and small birds flit back and forth between them.  The sky is an incandescent blue and the sun is high up in...

The Boy from the Woods

I. Every day after work, the old man walked his dog in the woods downtown. The city had veins of wooded trails running through it and he liked to walk on them and when he felt the soil beneath his feet and the shade of the tall trees’ canopy, he could close his eyes...