A Year of Being Here

Now all the doors and windows are open, and we move so easily through the rooms. Cats roll on the sunny rugs, and a cl...

A jay settled on a branch, making it sway. The one shrivelled fruit that remained gave way to the deepening drif...

There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your f...

White peonies blooming along the porch send out light while the rest of the yard grows dim. Outrageous flowers as bi...

The man at the table across from mine is eating yogurt. His eyes, following the progress of the spoon, cross briefly each time it near...