Holy Incantations and Vessels for Light

Every night I lie down with my son. There are books that have told me that he should be able to fall asleep on his own. That it is not necessary to stay with him until he drifts off, mouth slack, fingers twitching. But, in this case, I am not under the influence of other […]

Layers of Story

I live in an old stone house. Its massive limestone walls so thick one can sit in the windowsills, cross legged. It has two front doors which no one can seem to explain except maybe for the fact that we all have two doors for entering our interiors and this house is just as alive […]

As One Holds the World

You are all eagerness and joy when you grab me by the hand and pull me onto the front porch The sun has just passed the barn and now spills around its edges, gilding the tips of the mimosa and bathing us in buttery light Our shadows are long Our faces alive We sit side […]

This Face is a Story

I’ve taken to staring at my face in the mirror each night. After I’ve gently washed it. After I’ve patted it dry and brushed my wet bangs off to one side I stare. At first, I did so halfway as if off handedly catching my reflection in a storefront. Unintentional. Removed. But then something would […]

The Year of My Undoing

There was a woman I held dear. She was not my mother but she loved me as her own. I picked flowers in her yard and swung in her hammock and watched her make art. I watched her in the year of her undoing. I quietly observed the way her mind puzzled, distorted, melted even. […]