by John Brantingham
My daughter is dating a nice man. I think that if it doesn’t work with him, she will not date anyone else.
My father has me sign some forms related to his will. He tells me we always have to be prepared. He tells me what his gravestone will look like and where it will be. He asks me to stop by now and then.
It’s all over the news lately that earth’s getting a second moon for a while, some large chunk of the universe that’s been caught by our gravity and will be released when the orbit decays.
John Brantingham was Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks’ first poet laureate. His work has been featured in hundreds of magazines. He has twenty-one books of poetry, memoir, and fiction including Life: Orange to Pear (Bamboo Dart Press) and Kitkitdizzi (Bamboo Dart Press). He lives in Jamestown, New York.
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