Instant Replay

From the January 1999 Print Edition

Staying home was easy after the pulling guard faked me wide twice before half, and the tailback cut back and cleated the grass I bulldozed with my nose. I never forgot to hold my breath, not even the first time my father tossed me off the deep end, Sink or swim, he barked, and I sank into his will . . . . Continue Reading »

Leaving Sixty

From the April 1998 Print Edition

A neighbor’s cat ambled by, wetting our sandcasually, as natural as lionsin the Kalahari marking their range. That catkilled a squirrel, sniffing to be sure it died.We saw her crouched by our porchin a heap of leaves, not really eating.Later, I hauled it off, the dumpster loadedwith leaves, . . . . Continue Reading »

The Waltz We Were Born For

From the March 1998 Print Edition

Wind chimes ping and tangle on the patio.In gusty winds this wild, sparrow hawks hoverand bob-always the crash of indigohosannas dangling on strings. My wife ties copperto turquoise from deserts, and bits of steelfrom engines I tear down. She strings them alllike laces of babies’ shoes when . . . . Continue Reading »

Catching My Grandson

From the November 1997 Print Edition

Oh, look , old Galileo whispered, look, we move . And burning, burning in the sky, the sun stood still. Earth turned and spun and whirled about the ball, but no one else believed. Not then. Take time , my father called, watching our first adopted toddler fall, push up and waddle to my lap. It goes . . . . Continue Reading »