In Sickness and In Health

Rabbit in moonlight startles as my door opens and clicks shut, but rabbit doesn’t run: it waits, poised on my lawn, interrupted. If I don’t get too close, it...

Normally, this wouldn’t matter so much. A few nights ago, I logged into an old Yahoo account that I habitually checked and used for retrospective...

If I were to tell you just one thing              in between the waves of pandemic        ...

For an absolute stranger, Bob Coyne calls a lot. Over the past two years or so he has called at least once and sometimes...

I’ve never been able to read much non-fiction, always lamented my impatience for it. And yet now I find I’m unable to put down...

Some saw a raven with ruptured feathers. Some smelled the homeless millions pressed inside a drop of blood. Some felt dark planets tilting. One planet, covered in...

Coronary sinus that fills and releases. Cascading breath falls to basin. Small branches stretched exhaling temperamental at best. Thumbprints on frosted glass. Windows outlooking lots. Full of forgotten...

In my big Italian family, cooking together is a chaotic, noisy, raucous production. We bump into each other, fight over the accompanying playlist, and...

In Guayaquil, Ecuador the deaths in early April are eight times higher than usual. The first ones to die are buried in Laurel Oak...

Every kiss that was ever kissed— every smile, every baby’s delight, a first step, a face that hides and comes back, a belly laugh—   every morning of gladness, gladness,...

After you've read this poem, place it on your kitchen table From the top of the poem, fold down a flap of your fear; from...

Despite the naysayers among my family and friends, I decided to see what was happening in retail. I’d always wanted to sell things when I was a kid. Must be the money––people hand over money to the seller. Who wouldn’t want that?