Vincent Casaregola
“Two Weeks Notice,” “A Recollection of Simpler Times,” and “Night Lights”
In two weeks’ time, I will depart,
and you will see me fading out the doorway,
disappearing from your time and space.
Nothing, no one ever leaves completely,
and so you will not see or hear but sense
the presence, the silence, the smile/frown
and you will see me fading out the doorway,
disappearing from your time and space.
Nothing, no one ever leaves completely,
and so you will not see or hear but sense
the presence, the silence, the smile/frown
“Wood Wound Pareidolia,” “Gravity,” and “August 6 with Kokeshi Dolls”
The possible face stares back at me
from across the weedy, ragged backyard,
its dark grey oval rising from the darker
striated bark of the sweetgum.
from across the weedy, ragged backyard,
its dark grey oval rising from the darker
striated bark of the sweetgum.
Empathy
Angela was smiling, not at anyone but to herself, a quiet, satisfied smile that reflected her increasingly relaxed mood. She would bend, grasp a jar, lift it, and place it on the shelf beside the similar jars, all in neat rows and patterns. It was satisfying work, bringing order, if not to chaos exactly, then at least to the ever-changing ebb and flow of randomness of the center store shelves of Barone’s Family Super Store…
“In the Heat of the Moon” and “Dark Matter”
Late summer days, relentless sun
heating the morning city, turning
afternoon to a concrete sauna
during the searing days of August,
when, even at night, the asphalt steams.
heating the morning city, turning
afternoon to a concrete sauna
during the searing days of August,
when, even at night, the asphalt steams.