Tag Archives: Al Ortolani

Dogs Have Changed

and I blame it on World War II. My kids treat their dogs like children, taking them to sitters or doggie hotels when they’re out of town. They hire a girl to walk them and to pick up their shit … Continue reading

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Guilt Trip

In every phone call with my mother there comes a point when dialogue narrows to monologue, and she insists that she’d be better off dead than at the assisted living. Usually, I change the subject to some cheerful antic of … Continue reading

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Pharmacy Run

They find each other waiting in lines for prescription refills and begin to speak of ailments. Nothing clicks like it once did. There are no flashing lights or musical accompaniments. They realize that more time is needed, more time for … Continue reading

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Charleston Midnight

Mother is awake, unable to sleep without Ambien. She rises from bed and walks the house, pausing at the back door to watch the storm sweep the patio, and then at the front door to see if her stone retaining … Continue reading

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At the Trading Post Bridge

A dozen cranes stand in flood waters. They are as stoic as statues. Even the eighteen-wheelers roaring down the highway do not disturb their quiet. The berm of the road cuts the water—drivers with deadlines, hauling fast food, livestock, refrigerated … Continue reading

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The Dog at the End of the Day

Some days I want to write my last poem. one that will manifest the controlling image of my future silence. It will have to say it all—like the way a branch bends with the weight of a bird, and then … Continue reading

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Name on a Napkin

I walk into the teacher’s lounge. Someone has written Hey Al on a brown napkin and left it lying on the table. I’m curious about who is messing with me. I respond, Hey Yourself in red. Back at my desk, … Continue reading

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