Cedar Chests

There is a word for loneliness tho I can’t think of it now. I am the last of my kind: … More

Dividing The Light

So, you can’t be sure whether to take yourself seriously in the current political, personal, emotional & polarized tidal press. … More

Which I thought preternaturally tidy. She always was a tidy woman. I wonder what will happen to her things, to … More

Holidays / Holydays Like herringbone, the concepts fit into a deepening pattern. Whether we wear it outside depends on the … More

To be alone is to care for my own needs on all levels. I am spoiled by this self-relationship, not … More

The beginning is farther away than ever, what with another birthday lining up. I don’t remember the beginning anymore, so … More

This August is a scratchy thing to cuddle with, dull & smelling vaguely of rot. I move in & out … More

I am caught by the peculiar gravity of life, its sheer & unexpected weight. I am “impressed” by it in … More

All the long, nonpareil days of August, I waited Walking beaches incessantly Combing the tides for word from you Only … More

My life has been sectioned off pretty securely. There was being a child, a ‘tween, a teen, etc. But when … More