So cold the sky
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under …
Category Archives: Story
When walking through woods without my father
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen …
The gods, the gods, how they love to hide behind a veil
I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for …
It comes down to potatoes
It is as I come down this morning and remember having tried to put away five pounds of Idaho potatoes …
The sea, my sea
The sea does not love me nor does it love me not it just pays no mind as it swells …
The trouble
One thousand ghosts
assault me in the parking lot,
begging to be said.
The gift
Somewhere in the silky trill of the early birds
my memory finds you,
and in its deep wanderings
