The River and the Office Building

Here, at the bend in the Green River, the picnic tables sit inches above the rising waterline. The river is gorged with rain, hungrily bursting its banks. Trees that once clung to the fresh earth now seem planted in the swift current. Swallows flit in and out of a thicket of blackberry bushes, building a nestContinue reading “The River and the Office Building”

Buried at Sea

The tugboat entered the bay with the morning fog. Its horn shattered the silence of the Sunday stillness — a mournful sound that echoed over the water and off the beach houses and back — disturbing the herons and seals. People stood on the spit, silent. The horn blast was all around them; a burialContinue reading “Buried at Sea”