Tag Archives: D. S. Butterworth

Reservoir

We might have known, brother, these would be our lessons, that one night in the garage at the old house, the engine of the Comet idling like a sewing machine to stitch together an impossible future measured out in miles, … Continue reading

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Remembering

for Glen Close your eyes and begin to count, and confess you don’t know how beauty is born again into the world. Reach out to touch its golden skin with those same lips salt seared when winter dropped the dumb … Continue reading

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Vernazza

We’ve come to Vernazza to chase a god and to hear a voice like an outboard full of sand. We can choose our divinities here—sea, sun, wind in their easy omnipresence beat all thought down to flakes of rust, light … Continue reading

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Gathering

As we drove to apple picking the mountain flashed between the trees along the highway. We watched as wrestled wheelbarrows bounced down rutted lanes of grass and dirt, already feeling our own weariness build into impatience though our only labor … Continue reading

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