On days like today, I stand like a kid,arms spread wide looking up into the snowcoming down onto me and think about howyou used to say that you didn’t mindthe cold so much. You were a northern man.So am I, I guess. You liked how sleet bit, snapping like champagne bubbles when it hityour face. You liked driving in freezing rain.When […]
Author: John Brantingham
What I Mean by Thank You
What I mean is that you gave me how to lookat the forest. What I mean is that we couldwalk a trail silent, and on a night like this you’dsay “shut up,” and I’d listen to lightning cookthe ozone above. What I mean is you taughtme love, almost. You taught me to trust,almost. You taught me what it meant to […]
God in a Beech Tree
I speak to you like you can hear me.I say, “Jesus, that beech tree’s going to fallover isn’t it.” The tree in that wallof wind that brings the storm. You would beunimpressed, I think. So little impressed you. You liked rich men who said mean thingsabout poor people. I remember you laughingat them. I don’t think you’d be moved by the […]