Replacing a Light I loosen the glass shade. I use a knife. The glass shade slips and falls. I catch it. But I jab my hand with the knife. In an instant, I wait for my blood to swell, where there is pain. Many memories trickle from my elbows and knees. The house has lived, red with life and flowing childhood. Now the blood of chores that flows through my veins. ---------------- The Maple Tree Today, I'm raking the leaves beneath the yellow maple tree-- It's putting on quite a show, so I don't mind the extra work as they fall and fall, besides I'd be in the house sleeping or depressed. Bio: Danny P. Barbare has been published in Dew on the Kudzu, USADeepSouth, and Muscadines, A Southern Magazine. He has also published work in The Santa Barbara Review, Sojourn, Art Times, Stray Light, and many other magazines and journals. Write him at barbaredaniel@yahoo.com. |
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