Author Archives: jonwolston

John Maynard Keynes at a one-ton table of shiny rock maple made us all more stable.

Follow the stream bed I said to the heron. Curve your way through the green hemlock and pine. A widening of waters awaits your blue longing, a meadow of larkspur– sail there, it’s time.

I like the white shoulders of the new highway, their graveled lean, the clean unbroken margin of asphalt as yet uncracked by frost, wet from an evening rain in fact that hisses when cars pass. They crunch ever so slightly … Continue reading →

Bumper to bumper a shiny cortege for a much-loved neighbor parks out front on a dangerous curve, stretching as far as the eye can see, disgorging mourners on the shoulder and crushing my daylilies.

The soul is a spark from God knows where so long given up by some it’s fair to say keep it simple and pray for the lost that all in time know Pentecost that all may see how suffering starts, … Continue reading →

Nelly circles in uncut grass, readying her daily deposit. A June student hastens past, her pace quickening. With nowhere to hide we all smell the chemistry of now.

Out on some island a barking dog is sensing faraway intruders.

Waving both my arms to keep all the bugs away I get a lungful.

You have a long life ahead of you I said, with twists you would never guess at. Just look back a few and you will see this truth plainly. You have the power to be kind to yourself I said, … Continue reading →

Abundant redbud soon to be lost in green woods, like April’s panties.