Christopher Buckley – All the While

All the While                              The bare branches pointing to the place                              Where there’s time for everything                                                         —Amichai The sky’s a blank sheet but for the footnotes of cloud at the bottom, unreadable as ever …. I lived back there in a mid-century gray— from our street to the beach, from the tide-pools and fog- […]

Christopher Buckley – Know-nothing

Know-nothing. . .                                    y entre los que menos sabian                                    yo siempre supe un poco menos —Neruda Among those who knew                                          what they were talking about, I invariably knew less . . .                                              for years I was a dangerous young man . . . .                             In college, I put in the […]