Here and Now

Driving along an Iowa gravel road I am sometimes jolted wide awake as from a forever sleep, struck by the immediacy of the world

The Red White and Blue Pony

always disappeared behind a bar

New Barista

She moves like a half-grown colt, all legs and skinny arms

Flying Woman

The horses stand asleep in the pasture

Carved Door

I stagger with a heavy door, thick, ancient oak with six carved panels: a dove, a plow, flowers, wreathed acanthus leaves

Gazebo in the Park

Walnut shells are centere