Tony next door is suddenly old
I saw him yesterday
curved behind
his slow lawn mower
and Eric across the street
rickety with his shovel
his wife, my age, a stickwoman
her nervous phone already at 9-1-
I wave first here
smile there
a little pageantry involved
walking my dog
my old grey seal
I wonder how it is that I am still young

Selected byNolcha Fox
Image credit:Daniel Watson
Sherry Cassells

I write mostly short stories, the kind I long for but can rarely find. Some have been published here and there in journals, literary presses, anthologies. Also, and this is where I get rich, a new website called litbit.ca