
And it’s summer I have a white eyelet bathrobe lined in baby blue, which I wear on the lawn after supper, and I dance for my grandmother who sits in the chaise lounge wearing dark glasses that are blonde tortoise with green lenses. Her skin is dark: tanned from years of regret. I am knocking…

Retirement There are some people who are content with the color of the sky and don’t long for a hurricane or a different season. They like the color white and are not tempted by cerulean blue or inky black or radically red. I see these people, and I am filled with green and bitter and…
I wonder if I am the only person who waits for the doorbell to ring and have it be the love of her life last seen some 20 years ago? I thought I had given up on that fantasy but it happened again yesterday. I was home alone reading a book about telepathic communication and…

Poetry prompts Things to consider when buying a remote Alaskan property: How interesting are you to yourself? Could you actually shoot a bear? Would you keep repeating the word, “Caribou Caribou Caribou” to yourself until you actually saw one? Have you ever rubbed two sticks together to cause fire? Are you scared of the dark?…
Dear Billy Eilish Pirate Baird O’Connell: When I first heard “Ocean Eyes” I couldn’t believe that someone finally understood how I’ve been feeling stuck in this house with my family. Your song made my heart vibrate and spread inside my chest and out my feet and I don’t even think I could walk…
All of us long for touch yet the witness is the most important thing we can have in our lives. Someone who knows where we are, and what we believe in and who stands behind us, with their hands on our shoulders, letting us know that they are there no matter what. It’s only now…
We Need to Gather What we really need is to gather because after a long day of talking to no one your throat closes up and it’s hard to eat dinner. But we really need to gather together and share a cocktail or a nibble of cheese maybe some hot apple cider and the latest…

This morning the bones of the house had creaked and moaned and snapped with a ferociousness not heard before. Its flesh slapping at the restraining drywall and crying as the resident mice left for warmer climes. No one left here to feel winter coming. She wanted to raise her hand. She came once in November…

Cherry Trees blossom for only a brief moment. Such a selfish tree.