The lineage of honeysuckle scatters the lowlife weeds with their quick little bows, resonant brown leaves, into toadies, footmen for every turn of the wind. The porch leans over and through the honeysuckle for its few astringent breaths beyond the sweetness. I’d love a rocker of honeysuckles for my next birthday, my eightieth, settling in, … Continue reading →

Love at his fingertips, love swaying beneath his feet if he’d only loosen his hands and turn into the wash of pure wind. The slipstream along his skin numb with desire from the street below, people holding out their hands. Let the compass flex behind his back and the low clouds bend the rooftops over … Continue reading →

Everyone played higher than each other. Notes lithe as wires, tuning sharp entanglements, preludes above the living room air. Father, grandmother, great-aunt Susannah, junior Tilman, weddings, anniversaries, funerals. High C’s turned themselves inside out, trapezes, somersaults through some fly-by stratosphere of their own. Lemon twists, spangles, circus dust. Hands that streamline the shore after the … Continue reading →