Movement creates heat so we lay, still as air, rooted as the banyans, propped and languid. There is only one consideration: How slow can you go — we adapted the game, a new kind of limbo. Minus perdition, which no one liked at the end. It’s easy to dismiss darkening skies from this angle, underneath… Continue reading Elsewhere, Maybe
Category: poetry
Content in Half
I am most content in half-light when knitted shadow gives better cover, and I can claim my contours without reprobation from full sun. I’m less disposed to wonder at the disappearing act my eyes seem lately to perform—a caustic partner for a smile. Instead, I will recline in the very definition of a chin or… Continue reading Content in Half
Sympathy to the Crow
Today, against greenest June fields I watched a red-winged blackbird chase a crow then retreat to safer branches. At some distance, it appeared the crow had something in its beak and I wondered what offense had been levied to warrant such defense, and whether the blackbird sang now in victory or mourning. You’d later learn,… Continue reading Sympathy to the Crow
caroline ridgway 