Tag Archives: Jaffa Kintigh

A Gathering of Four

This man (curled into       himself) sits outside the turnstiles of Washington Street Station       right at the maw of the vast subterranean Pedway       moaning with errant winds. His cardboard sign faces his lap.       Dirt and thirst are kneaded into the fibers … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Gathering

This table –       elongated and stretching to the borders of the room,       set with heavy silverware and water goblets and plates       centered with linen napkins in steel rings, and circumnavigated       by my older brother who’s lost the thread       of conversation … Continue reading

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The Airing-Out

Shoes and a boot       conceal the old, odd suitcase. It is coaxed out       and emptied of wools, plush wide-waled corduroys,       flannels, and leather. Everything musky with suede-scent       and desiccants. I’ve freed my bedside       window from a corpulent A/C and sealed … Continue reading

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Lincoln Park Zoo in Late August

During the uncertainty—       the lull compressed between chemo bouts       and stem cell harvesting, my brother had       a good day. His eyes were tracking       marmoset acrobatics and green swamp monkeys       flinging themselves from leafless branch       to man-made vine. Pressed nose to … Continue reading

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Saugatuck, Michigan

In stuttered movements,       my stiff feet stretch and flex in the West Shore sands       as I make my way from the dunes, sheathed       in marm grass and cottonwoods, to the tide line’s shell crust.       Each step to the bulkhead pretends … Continue reading

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The Cellist

Mother’s mother lies as a wisp in the crevasse of pillows on a propped bed amid the flurry of Rimsky-Korsakov’s “Flight of the Bumblebee” sputtering from the tinny radio. Her right hand bows tremolo seemingly. A continuous flutter of motions … Continue reading

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