PinnedPublished inGrowing GriefHow We LeftWhen you collapsed in Maine, there in my arms, eyes locked just as you were leaving I was leaving too in some strange shockMar 5, 20241Mar 5, 20241
PinnedFalling in Love with JoYour beauty, thought and whim, the doom & awe of a wild rainAug 29, 2021Aug 29, 2021
I dreamed I walked up a familiar street in Rochester and just below me on another street, fully…I continue toward him like a sail catching wind, like a dandelion tuft, like a sunbeam — “Hello, Hello!”Mar 14Mar 14
AMERICATIONThere is a lot of pain now- here- not just over the ocean. Generationally, a lot of us white Americans have avoided “this sort of thing.”…Feb 71Feb 71
WidowI understand the glory and the wilt of sunflowers the last bright petals droppingNov 11, 2024Nov 11, 2024
On a mountain in MaineI climbed to the cliffs overlooking the lake near the curled root which resembles a snake sunning herself.Sep 5, 2024Sep 5, 2024
