Raccoons

Our mouths are full of blue corn chips when we see the hit.  We pause our chewing to mumble and point out at the dark, windshield wipers batting at the rain.  We are sure we saw something. Saw something rush out on the road and into the headlights of the car ahead.   “Possum?” I…

Moonlight Sonata

  I stand in the garden watching a crescent moon hover above the tips of the fir trees.  The thrushes surge in their singing as they do at dusk and swallows swirl about the eves. Music drifts out an open window – my son playing piano – like I have never heard before. Teenage angst…

Let Me Confess

I heard the buzzing like a crying child or a siren in the night. A wail or a scream. Except it was a house fly and I was brushing my teeth. But I knew it was the sound of struggle. The sound of a fly battling a spider. Have you heard it? The distress call…