Across the bay: the tip of the lighthouse pierces the north end of the flat fog bank draping itself over the harbor like a hen covering her brood, the summer night soft and downy, safely oppressive, as pleasant as childhood...Read More
You were most beautiful after you were gone, so often the case with love when your father took your mother for granted or she would rather have been an artist than a wife. But there you are. What I recall was not the rhino...Read More
Like water down the well of your back, I trace my touch over the slope of your ribs, feel your ujjayi dove reverberate into my anahata and all is a soft static I hear the echo of mercury waves rock steady under the pink moon...Read More
For the nights he spent on foot wondering the wakes the summit had left in its ofference as exception to earth, a dream would come like a lightning bolt and ground him and confusion would dance between spliced ions and scatter...Read More
I study the shape of her open mouth as she says it. The cringe of her nose and upward pull of cheeks. The word on her lips as if: we are longtime friends, girlfriends even, who share secrets, know each other’s birthdays, our...Read More
To be born in the fire of yesterday and breathe as if more is to come. This sorrow that fills us, heavy with the ground of our need can also lift us like the scattered petals of spring buds. Let it sing with the ache of new...Read More
This piece of writing started out as a story, at least that’s the way I initially thought about it. The story would be about three people – a couple and a widow – who share a table in an independent living...Read More
“In 1732, George Washington made no entry in his diary for three days after having partaken of the punch served at the hunting and fishing club known as The Fish House.” I glanced up from The Thirteen Colonies Cookbook, and...Read More
I believe in being proactive when it comes to health care. I schedule my annual mammogram on time, make sure I have a colonoscopy every few years, submit myself to the dermatologist’s scrutiny as he scans my body every six...Read More
I drove to my parents’ house forty miles south on a rainy November day. My mother’s call prompted the trip—one I had anticipated. She said she didn’t think it would be long until my father died. Essentially, if you want to say...Read More
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