I wanted to plant a garden with her, but her winter was my spring & none of the days moved slowly enough to catch.
Read MoreMy best mistakes could hear me for what I was. Through a stereo, over a headrest, I was so seen, so possible.
Read MoreWe need to talk about this time of day—half dawn—when the ethereal is that gasp between defibrillator compressions.
Read MoreWhen she was younger, my grandmother danced cour for a local ballet company.
Read MoreI meant melody & strings, rhapsody & joy. Like wall barley, crumbling naked at a touch. An open sky.
Read MoreI hear melancholy in it as well as contentment, but different listeners will hear different things.
Read MoreI have stumbled into so many of the loves in my life.
Read MoreCall this bridge, meeting place. Call it, mosque. Call it, and it will call back.
Read MoreWhen night came, we were shepherded inside. Too many animals. Too many hungry trees.
Read MoreI stopped writing. Okay. Yes. But say instead, the world ended. Say instead, lobotomy.
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