Tapping on keys, missing the way writing allowed thoughts to coalesce, missing how writing informed… Read the postThe Hours of Innocence and Ignorance
Apologizing to the bees as I snipped off long stems of anise hyssop, the fuzzy… Read the postFragrant Pain
Opening my eyes, dreaming of a baby crying, I wake on your 35th birthday. Our… Read the postI Didn’t Know
Reaching out, breath held, rivulets of cold water race down the glass, my fingertips graze… Read the postThe Ninth Autumnal Equinox
“I want my son,” I whisper to the old climbing rose draping herself on the… Read the postThe Child Window
Where to start? I shall jump right in. Seven weeks from today I will be… Read the postCountdown to Surgery
The Tassel Spent. Like an old ragged dish cloth bleached and dried until the edges… Read the postThe Tassel
“What I want is to leap out of this personality And then sit apart from… Read the post“I Have Lived Too Long Where I Can Be Reached.”
