P.S.
Dawn. An orange, smoky sky. When the world ends, won’t you come to see me by and by? . [ 1548 ]
Dream Fall
To the bird that let go of me high above a mountain lake, my deepest thanks . [ 1547 ]
The First Thing They Did
When they came from outer space, the first thing they did was put the humans on reservations. May these scratches be worthwhile, even if you don’t have fleas. . [ 1546 ]
Roots and Bones
A terrible thought — to be buried with your guilt and pain. But glad there’s none in the grave — somehow you know it’s bad for the soil. Roots and bones — and now fall’s moving in. Wake up, friend! . [ 1545 ]
Fall Sale
Autumn’s at the door, love. She’s selling brevity. Is she? Let’s buy all she has, and ask her to come in! . [ 1544 ]
Along the Way
The first ripe pears, and a bearded old man by the road, praising it all. . [ 1543 ]
Infinite Intimate
An owl calling, a star falling, and night, the solemn magician. . [ 1542 ]
Belief
A hammer, a chisel, and a deep, dusty mark where the paper bleeds. . [ 1541 ]
Pearls and Dew
Hardly a grape — a few strands of pearls ’neath the canopy, kiss’d by dew, warm’d by fate. . [ 1540 ]
Recital Time
A perfect acorn. Twice ’round the block on a bike. A spin through the old piano lessons. Recital time. Notes a blur. No heartbeat alike. . [ 1539 ]
William Michaelian 