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Found a second to escape the master—away from my Smartphone and into the woods, and thought, what if… My writing has been a series of what ifs… What if I write something terrifically stupid for my bio? Perhaps I did. I did it in Mount Sinai, New York.y.
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Perambulation in the Park
Outside the thermometer reads, a balmy 38 degrees Fahrenheit
Fluttering lights sweep across my brow
A last look before closing the door,
The slight wind whispered from the tops of the trees.
And I see the people walk sadly in their death march
The next block, twilit zone,
It’s a Siren’s song,
The wind has turned itself around,
Robert C. Knox
I am a husband, father, freelance writer for the Boston Globe, rabid backyard gardener, and blogger on nature, books, films and other subjects based on the premise that there’s a garden metaphor for everything. My short stories, poems and creative nonfiction have appeared in numerous literary publications. I was named a Finalist in the Massachusetts Artist Grant Program in fiction, and a story about my father (“Lost”) was excerpted on the Massachusetts Cultural Council website. I live in Quincy, Massachusetts. My poems have recently been published by Verse-Vitual, The Screech Owl, Bombay Review, Earl of Plaid and Rain, Party, & Disaster Society.
The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Robert C. Knox and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
The Leaf Washers
("The plants eat light" — Michael Pollan in
Yesterday we washed the leaves