Invitation to Stillness

It’s been over twenty-five years since I wrote these lines: The doctors invited me to be still. Then the X-ray revealed one of van Gogh’s sunflowers dying inside me, just beneath my ribs. Not enough sun, they said, prescribed antibiotics and suggested lemon juice to ease the pain. A few of the remedies worked; stillness […]

New Year’s Eve

  truant clocks shapeshift like lamppost bulbs—following time’s ascent: evening