Poetry

Arguments

ARGUMENTS James C. Henderson Politicians on TV are arguing about the pandemic— who’s responsible for this, who for that, who’s going to pay. I can hear them from the kitchen as I wash dishes. It … More →

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Truth Is

TRUTH IS James C. Henderson During this time of pandemic I am doing nothing. Truth is, I like doing nothing. I am doing nothing but write poems take photographs, then match them up post them … More →

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Cutting My Father’s Hair

CUTTING MY FATHER’S HAIR James C. Henderson My father sits on a chair in the middle of the kitchen a floral dishtowel tucked around his neck so I can cut his hair. He’s very still, … More →

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The Tiniest Patient

THE TINIEST PATIENT James C. Henderson —for Anastasia My granddaughter found a bird doing backflips in the middle of the street blood on the back of his neck. Her dog sniffed at it. She picked … More →

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The Nightgown

THE NIGHTGOWN James C. Henderson The birds are singing this morning just as they do every morning waking us each to our fate, our duty, our purpose. but I have precious little purpose except for … More →

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I Woke This Morning

I WOKE THIS MORNING James C. Henderson I woke this morning thinking I was back at work and talking to my boss. It didn’t go well, as usual. He’d just come back from a business … More →

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Handlandia

HANDLANDIA James C. Henderson Let the smooth paper of the spinning globe / slide beneath your palm … More →

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Work

WORK James C. Henderson Seated with the other department heads around a large walnut conference table I wonder once again: What am I doing here? I know little about product turn. or profit & loss … More →

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All the World’s a Stage

ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE James C. Henderson The more successful we are the more we achieve in our families and in society the more we, in our glory, spread out to every inch of … More →