Author Archives: jonwolston

Go past the granite icehouse with the red door beside Lake Wicwas to the dogleg with the narrow bridge where you slow down to 2o and fishermen lean out over the reeds, and listen for Ronnie Earl’s soul coming down … Continue reading →

Gravel on the rug. A red squirrel freezing and giving me the eye.

Gomez clattering down the stairs at 3 a.m. in his high-heeled boots to give CPR somehow led me to believe I could do it too.

Warm breezes at last. Blackberries so succulent, the Whalers droning. In the dark we swim: sweet ripples, a crescent moon, fireworks on the hill.

D. H. Melhem noodled up and down her lines like Charlie Parker blowing sixteenth notes past bow-tied Brahmans, getting down faster than the Coney Island Express. It’s a cool night walking home up Benefit Street the luvwaft palpable purple lilacs … Continue reading →

Troy splays his pink jowls, thrilling to a tummy rub: all four paws drooping.

High-perched and sprightly, a green maelstrom of chirping inherits the yard.

For how many June nights has the moon arced high above Sandwich Range, before disappearing like a St. Joseph Aspirin in God’s belly? Having to pee at night, also known as nocturia, reveals any number of such pale arcs to … Continue reading →

Scaling our oak as the labs bark a chorus: four black bear paws.

I can’t wait this out: a  porcupine in boxers heads for the men’s room.