Midday

  I am passing through my neighbor’s backyard, and I stop, because her patio door is open. The sun is there, pouring over a table and chairs, all those rhododendrons and pollen. In all that light, I can see up the stairs and into her living room, where the woman...

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...