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 →
SAVANNA OF THE SERENGETI James C. Henderson Within me is a vast savanna where rare, wild animals roam. Imaginary beasts only I have known. Strange beasts of horn and hoof striped, spotted, some plain as … 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 →
GRIEF James C. Henderson — for those we’ve lost These days we sit in our houses and wait to join you or begin the search for you but know not in which direction to go. … More →