Becoming Respite

I move in the world a changed being now being now today the yellow grass in the field up the hill is bowing to the rain the sea and the land and the sky cede their colors into fog becoming one passing waxwings eat red berries off the vine, laugh at the cat through the...

Beauty Does Not Stay Down

before you mourn your mom smiling out from behind the gauze of her disease, remember beauty will not sit down before you expect your dad to be reasonable, to let go of both mom and who he is this instant, remember beauty will not sit down before you ask your cousin,...

Under Book Covers

Gathering stories crying with strangers-turned-friends tales woven into focused collections into pages and pages calloused fingers hand crafting a shared love Book covers created with patience humor and a little, not- annoying- we-hope, self-awareness. Blurbs too....