In Sickness and In Health

The red of the port scar near her heart of the Citgo sign’s glow when I turn to the window of my eyes from watching her in the infusion...

The coyote has long since gone but the old pit bull still barks at the edge of the chain link fence for hours without pause. I lie in...

Holobiont. Agustín Fuentes gave me this new word at the beginning of the New Year, during the On Being podcast with Krista Tippet titled...

Dear Mom, Greetings from Seattle. It’s going on ten months without seeing you, but I swear I hear and smell you in the pre-lucid hours...

A plot. A boneyard. A potter’s field. A necropolis. A golgatha. I stumbled upon it one steamy day in the first summer of COVID, while...

I demand a day without so much fucking sky. Or, so much brown earth, flattened as though rolled and pinned by the muted white firmament. I loved it...

You were embryo #10. You brewed in your petri dish, doubling every day in the low-humming laboratory. I imagined you, exposed under the microscope,...

Inside the house no snow No wood of footbridges dark with a staying wet in a forest black with green and lore with white But burning hands under...

I return to something like consciousness lying outside the gate in the driveway, partly in the county road. Our big akitas whine and leap...

“Tag, you’re it,” cancer says and you fall down the hole, you or someone you love. Your father, a friend from work, the wife of the youth...

"A light here required a shadow there." —Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse     The dream is always the same. He imagines a book lying on a table,...

The chest cage and diaphragm, with expansive spirit, cooperate one last time, the discomfort at the depth of the intake a reason to pause, with a sense...