I grew up on a farm that stretched a mile in all directions. The stench of wet manure after a heavy rain, the chafe of
Read MoreIn my earliest memory, my three or maybe four-year-old-self sits on the cement steps of my first home in a shimmery dress, the color of
Read MoreWhen we were kids an alley separated our houses, you were the new girl; all exotic from the city, your dad didn’t have calluses; called
Read MoreSmall things: not returning a phone call right away, not offering early enough to set tables at the spaghetti feed for the homeless, not filling
Read MoreThe dust settles, a fragile ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unsaid apologies, yesterday’s words like shrapnel lodged beneath a skin of
Read MoreSpread the words On the wings of Aeon Cuddle the skin Aglow with the sun When the tip of the spear Is my kith and
Read MoreA sound check ignites a flame In a distance of incendiary nights Back and forth the ringing breaks As the dawn announces a new appetite
Read MoreThe first thing I noticed was the improper knot on his tie. He chose a large knot. It doesn’t fit. Every other man at the
Read More1. Morning has broken like a child opening the bedroom door. You wear my Red Sox sweatshirt, the one with the ratty collar. My pillow
Read MoreI burned all her letters. After 45 years, I burned all her letters. She was in love with love. I was in love with her.
Read MoreI’m spreading thin-cut marmalade on thick-sliced Mother’s Pride when you slam out of our High Barnet bathroom in your dressing gown. Although you insist with
Read MoreAlmost a year from the last harvest moon when we had to close mami’s house The towel inherited from her linen closet a mix of
Read MoreI am almost as old as my dad was when he died. How young does that make him? It doesn’t matter – he’s still dead.
Read More“We won’t be seeing Grandpa anymore,” Dad said. His Texas Ranger mustache twitched, as if it regretted letting the words out of his mouth.
Read More“Naked?” I asked. “Well, yeah.” I glanced around the sparsely populated bistro before leaning close to Sam. “I’d be nervous. I don’t know …” “I
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