Sep 06th, 2017
You’ve spent a long time now quieting storms Sacrificing your fists to open-palmed service the sandbag walls you build…
Feb 14th, 2016
Here is how to fall in love when your heart has been broken:
Begin with leaves. Crush just a little on the magic of a wildfire fall, the red...
Aug 10th, 2015
I never wrote about your heart. Sometimes, when I try to write, my fingers hover over the keyboard and…
Dec 30th, 2014
Every year is our first, and our last, and our only. This year: May we play. May we look…
Jul 23rd, 2014
The toddler is dipping her toes in the water. Across the lake, yards that may as well be miles…
May 20th, 2014
The house we live in now was Favorite’s before he knew me. He bought it from the estate of…
Mar 17th, 2014
I came home last Saturday evening exhausted and cynical, wearing the day-stale clothes of a weekend conference, a commitment…
Jan 23rd, 2014
Before we begin, the jaw-droppingly stunning images you are about to see are the work of our own incomparable…
Jul 06th, 2012
Caper is not a fan of plastic bags. He abhors the vacuum cleaner. He would rather do anything, anything,…
Feb 05th, 2012
you are the cheese to my macaroni you are the horizon to my sky you are the bacon to…