Progress Report

  She will live inside me for three more months. Of this I am certain: we are running on time. We are progressing at the recommended rate. But she is still so small, not even two pounds, and she lies completely connected. There are days when I want to fill her...

Waiting for a Femoral Head Ostectomy: A Painting

  After two days hiding under the bed, my cat emerges, carrying his back leg as if useless, the toes on the supporting paw spread wide for balance. He continues like this, eyes wide and dilated, a growl that returns most evenings as the pain sets back in. It...

World Cup 2014

                                     thinking of Ashley Capps’ Mistaking the Sea...

Reading Poems—The Art of Dabbling

  Sometimes—particularly when life feels a little too busy, or the days need a little more structure (like the summer!)—I find myself immersed in the art of what I’ve come to call “dabbling.” This might mean simply browsing around on Google, or the...

China Cabinet

  Listen—we are not discussing private matters. We are discussing how the rain strikes a teacup, a platter, a spoon. Left outside, they are vulnerable, the bare skin, the touch of water to metal or china— the tick tick tick—the clicking of a...