Schubert, Love & the Trout Quintet

(after Ron Pretty's Poem "Four Hands") drunk on melody: the music school’s broad halls edged with slouching squares of light shared that rippling lucid treble. I saw the river in window-glint the flash of trout - their spangled dance, and my cheeks swam with pink, remembering the way you annexed my hand, sowing warmth generous … Continue reading Schubert, Love & the Trout Quintet

Hetty

For reasons they don’t understand the puddle by the gate never dries up and the frogs knee-deep all through the summer Hetty likes to squat tiny bottom almost in the water watching the squiggle of life, silent as first light. In a bucket in the laundry Hetty is feeding caterpillars. Nat says it’s hard to … Continue reading Hetty