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 →

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 →

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 →

ESSENTIAL James C. Henderson I make the bed every morning I do the grocery shopping vacuum the carpets, and wash the clothes. I guess you could call me an essential worker. I do such a … More →

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 →

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 →

THE NAP James C. Henderson I fall asleep on the couch—there’s nothing else to do— and when I wake up I see that you’ve made a yellow layer cake. I see, too, that you have … More →

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 →

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