Through the Curtain of Time
The photo over a century old shows my face. From the inside, I feel it, pushing through the curtain of...
Sticky Truth
I empty the can and lick: its rim, my fingers, and the sticky plate. Filled, now, with sap of maple,...
We Ancestors
A few minutes go, my Irish grandmother, Brigid Elizabeth Gibbons, admired my baby, and now she’s away and he is...
Will It Work for Everyone
My Dad depended on binaries, true or false his only lens. On the phone with him years ago, I once...
