Prodigal Word
Do they gather somewhere, the words that hide from my mouth? Do the ones that won’t come to my tongue...
For All My Cousins
Fetched from far time, it’s the startling truth: Every living being’s my cousin. What? The toad, the mayfly too? The...
Ten to Remember from the Hike
in Wisconsin at the start of June Your white and sexy flowers, dear Black Locust tree, pull the honeybees your...
Black and White and Long Ago
Covering the dining room table, ancestor photos, like a teller’s cards. Unknown in those photographed moments, now their fortunes are...
