As spring begins its reign there comes a time for the first warm hard rain. I toast the solstice. Celebrate transition. Watch the yard...

The Moon blocked the sun and we searched for vegetables and people who weren’t white. We traveled to a tourist nook named Nashville for a...

I was pummeled by the flu and bought a new pair of shoes. And M accepted the virus as her own and bought a new pair of pants. And one...

It's 7 a.m. It is still dark and just above freezing. I'm standing in the middle of a four-lane street wearing a trash bag. It is pouring...

With a hind muscle leap from the loveseat the chase was on. Two romps across the area rug and then the clapper claw of scrambling paws...

The barista’s bonzer black hair matches her Smiths tee. Morrissey’s coif negative white in a reverse printed album still. The band rests...

The sky on fire was a sure prompt for feeling small. In the dark of the new Moon, bundled against the last of autumn’s chill, we chaise...

she asks me what I want for Christmas in the laundry sorting clothes while a summer straight down rain begins raging warm daring December...

A bright white high school girl side slides a screen window open and smiles. Her red lettered shirt matching her acne. She hands me a...

The fence shadows crept like ghosts back to graves and then it was the middle of the night. And then it was the middle of the month. I...

Alias Little Red Riding Hood, that’s what she called herself, sort of looked the part, kind of Grimm, with a red trimmed cape thing, but...

September offers no immediacy. I am thankful for this truth. This year brings three clear weeks between the end and perceived end of...

Where did the summer go everyone keeps asking pointing their phones at their faces hump days and Friday eves across the called ways of...

My body was covered in colors dull bright, a French countryside cottage built on my chest. And my love looked so lovely in an almond...

My beer can was rolling towards the main drag centerline. Early night close bright headlights from both directions guided my steps toward...

A woman was yelling. Not screaming. Not talking loudly. Yelling. Hers was a strong voice. Lines three and four. I got it. We had US...

The fog fell heavy, ghosting expectations for anything resembling sun or summer. The season’s first hours might have invited fresh...

I chose the last Sunday of each month to share a haiku practice on my IG stories through the fall and winter months. Sipping red in bed,...

It seems all 18,000 runners are in the party tent. Organizations like J&A Racing understand how to have great races, and great after-race...

When the tumor took my friend, I sat in silence for a long while before I cried. I had known her almost nine years, and she was my very...