Author: ps pirro

• On Holiday

  Lost & Found is baking cookies and watching old movies until further notice. See you at the next potluck. * * *

• Pretty Soon

  The mushrooms came up all at once, exuberance born of decay, hardwood roots of an absent tree easing into a new incarnation, unrecognizable, the moldering…

• Sustenance

  At the poetry reading the young man scrolls his phone for suitable material, he hadn’t been to sleep since Wednesday,executive function is suffering, the overnight…

• October

  Hawk on the power line, vulture on an updraft, a single deer skirting the rows in an aging field of cornstalks, all the ears harvested…

• Everyone smiles at the dog

  In the midst of it all, taking care of a friend,on the other side of town,feeding the dog, heating the soup, walking at sundown on…

• Come Inside

  Maybe it all goes to pieces. What of it? Things fall apart, it’s the nature of things.The wheel turns and the angels warn: don’t look…

• Reverie

  We drove into the forest on a skinny paved road, a regrowth of not-quite-wilderness, all the trees young and slim, rising in the age of…

• Monkey Mind

  Leave your phone on the table, come sit with me, I promise it will only take a minute. We can set a timer. No, not…

• boxcars

  In September the year goes brown at the edges and rows of blue shipping containers multiply on the back lot at Walmart, full of faux…

• Leave no Trace

  The low-lying gods are fog on the river,8:45 on a Saturday morning,the dogs don’t bark.Three deer turn as one to watch as you pass, the…