1. I wish we still took pictures of our hands and feet in the early mornings. Roused from sleep to...
How does one capture the feeling of being made to feel like a moon—cratered and whole, a silvered face, catching...
ROOTING DOWN It sounds like a room of tiny bells, the wind coming in through a small, stained window Butterfly...
Genesis 4:10 Forgive me, my brother; or do not. I’m sorry for envying your hands, the way they never failed...
small heart, why do you explode against yourself each dewy morning? I yearn to stroke each feather that folds backwards...
It is Friday night. No date. Any Friday night you want. I am playing chess with my Dad after we...
And they call this the Theseus’ ship paradox: The great hero returned triumphant And left his ship in some Athenian...
In the roaring undergirding By the fine old wattled keep I chanted fast my brains to muck And sunk forms...