The Lost Boys …for she thought that she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have…
When The Dead Visit People I know tell me their dead visit disguised as a cardinal at the window, a…
Smoke Signals —Sequoia National Park From the switchbacks above Soda Creek, I can see green smoke blowing across the Chagoopa…
The Canoe A canoe comes for me in stillness before nightfall, when darkness still hovers far away over the drumlins…
Bowing to No Gods: A Family Liturgy Coffee is the blood, cigarettes the body. The sole communion before noon. Our…
Artist statement: I live in a place where rain is a refrain. It can be both partner and adversary…