Every Hidden Thing

The slow bend of reconciliation sidles in through the side door two hands touching on the shopping cart your elbow grazing mine in a stuf...

When the stick of the day spreads around you like that old quilt, the batting spilling out and over, falling through the air, surrendering...

The tension between vanity & insecurity Suspended questions of self hanging in ceiling-cracks, the refrigerator, the gardener, the roa...

There are always the smiles that stay with us longer than we would like — teeth, teeth, and teeth, once incisor, now fang waiting to tea...

Where the pieces of me end and the fragments of you begin there is the slightest crack, the smallest, hairline fracture, but still — a g...