Three-Legged Stool

Overnight, his understanding of life grew worse.  He went looking for a barber, but ended up at the butcher.  He asked to be shorn, but, instead, was sawed.  Immediately, his financial worries doubled.  “I would give my life, he moaned, to make ends meet.”

life balance
falling hard
a three-legged stool

 

Peter Jastermsky

Three-Legged Stool

Two Stones Down

So strange to find you here, wasting under the weeds. Not only are you dead, you’re missing. No one left knows where your body is buried.
As a child, you were always in your mother’s sight.  She’s gone, too, no hand to lay on you.  But if a mother’s intuition lives on, she’ll turn over one last time, knowing you are two stones down.

silence . . .
so fluent
a language

 

Peter Jastermsky

 

Two Stones Down

Remnants

this morning a grayness and rain –
remnants of hurricane Harvey
no wind   only rain
how quietly it falls through the pines
as though having spun away
from the eye of the storm
it only wants to rest
among the pine needles
already sleeping on the ground

calling a friend
in houston   getting only
a busy signal

 

Jerry Dreesen

Remnants