Joan Aleshire

As fog lowered and lowered the navigable ceiling, fear made you silent, more competent, not allowing it to hold you, flying along rivers and roads through valleys, around mountains, and I trusted you in those 50-year old contraptions of balsawood [...]

When a man dies, an unknown world passes away. St. Exupery, Wind, Sand and Stars The morning we didn't know would be our last together, you pressed your forehead to mine, pressed and rubbed gently, as an animal shows affection, or as if to transfe [...]

The brook works subliminally, running past the house, through the dreams of everyone who sleeps here—teaching the language of change and continuing— nameless, just mine here, but further up Adams' Brook, and furthest Korzuns', in the hillside whe [...]

Past the sign, "Notary—Night Crawlers for Sale," past the Free Will Baptist Church with its squat, smug spire, the black eyes of abandoned stores; past roses run wild, daylilies and mustard tangled together around the husk of a burned house; past t [...]