Piano by Charlie Brice

after Benjamin Curtaz & Son,a painting by Joyce Savre I’m tired now,a little out of tune.Still upright, I waitfor fingers to curveover my keys, voicesto hum melodies. The fun we’ve had!The family, my family,gathered ‘round me—Joyce’s joints bangingout Christmas carols,a little ragtime, nurseryjams—maybe Chopin, maybeProkofiev. A child bounceson her lap, another standsnear, grips a cornerof my frame. Jim strums his guitar, modulates,harmonizes—tunes to the keyof … Continue reading Piano by Charlie Brice

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Poetry

At This Age by Charlie Brice

At this age pulling down the sheetscan unfold an unbearable sadness. People you’ve known all your lifegive up on yousuddenlylike an ice storm that cancels spring. You’ve read the sutras,studied the dogma,lit the incense, watchedthe smoke waft away to nowhere. You’ve known all along about impermanence,but living it is another matter. You witness your wife hobble through herdays, each day a little less able, her … Continue reading At This Age by Charlie Brice

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