Thanksgiving
When the apple on the table met the one in my mind, they spoke of the distance between blossom and knife. And I of this childhood at the end of my life. November 20, 2021 . [ 1295 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Apples’
Smitten
At lunch today we had our first apple of the season, a crisp, juicy representative of a variety called Smitten. It struck us both as the apple of a lifetime, the inspiring result of a rare combination of events forever and well beyond our control. Alive in a universe many billions of years old, conscious in bodies made of star-stuff — is it any wonder we are so easily and […]
Canvas 872 — Last Year’s Apples
last year’s apples — this year’s prices — like the other thoughts I set aside March 29, 2021 Canvas 872 April 6, 2017 . [ 1061 ]
Night and Day
So many kinds of apples, in sugar, scent, and blush — in a dream — as you undress — I see their orchards bloom. [ 686 ]
London Bridge
A full three hours before dawn, and the geese at the pond are already in an uproar. What starts them so, there in the dark? What fuels their urge and feeds their eyes at this hour? Their sound makes light of the intervening mile. Waxed apples are a modern tragedy. Surely their trees would weep to see them. A truck hauling apples across the country is a chilled mausoleum. The […]
Canvas 1,136 — Ladder Poem
Such beautiful apples! Which shall I bring home? I bend the bough. I pick the sun. [ 538 ]
William Michaelian 