I can hear the fir trees cracking and breaking in the night, their tired limbs laden with ice and the weight of a new year. I know that if I look out the window I will see needles scattered over … Continue reading
At first light, I turn my head towards an open window and listen to the dove’s lament. I know his pain. I know his cry. He weeps in such a way that makes me wish I could answer, but only … Continue reading
Cicadas gather on the grapevine, a mass of wings and vibrating abdomens. Males call out to females but it is the grey squirrels who answer, chattering loudly as they feast on insect flesh. I sip cold wine and tap my … Continue reading
sundown- moonflowers climb my trellis Copyright © 2015 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved
beneath the rowan a red kite broken Copyright © 2015 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved
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At high tide, the sea ejects foam and glass fishing floats. We wait for the waters to recede, tiptoe around anemones and crabs; I spot a small green globe. She says it belongs to…
