Wounded Beauty
Wounded Beauty
I’m not so bad-looking. My dad says, “Honey, you’re certainly attractive enough for me,” which […]
I’m not so bad-looking. My dad says, “Honey, you’re certainly attractive enough for me,” which
I’m not so bad-looking. My dad says, “Honey, you’re certainly attractive enough for me,” which […]
I’m not so bad-looking. My dad says, “Honey, you’re certainly attractive enough for me,” which
Rainclouds, dressed in royal blue, drift south from the alpine glaciersand replenish the brio of the
Peace in Bassano del Grappa Read More »
Rainclouds, dressed in royal blue, drift south from the alpine glaciersand replenish the brio of the
Slate clean — I lived for another day.See those flowers over there?See how nothing gets in?See
Walt Whitman and His Bridge Read More »
Slate clean — I lived for another day.See those flowers over there?See how nothing gets in?See
Daniel and I took great-uncle Tub’s boat out when he wasn’t home. It’s not that he
Daniel and I took great-uncle Tub’s boat out when he wasn’t home. It’s not that he
Winter 2024 Dear Henry, I know it hasn’t yet been long since we parted ways but
The Polar Bear Letters Read More »
Winter 2024 Dear Henry, I know it hasn’t yet been long since we parted ways but
He runs his hand along the soft, gentle curves of her backmemorizing every little nuance of
He runs his hand along the soft, gentle curves of her backmemorizing every little nuance of
Bright squares of sunlight bounce around on her face and chestand the breeze plays happily withher
Observing the Young Gleaner Read More »
Bright squares of sunlight bounce around on her face and chestand the breeze plays happily withher
Cruising the Garden State Parkway, July 1988,windows down, soupy New Jersey wind,acrid smells of petroleum from
Garden State Parkway, July 1988 Read More »
Cruising the Garden State Parkway, July 1988,windows down, soupy New Jersey wind,acrid smells of petroleum from
In the early 1970s, our little rural church sported a proportionately little choir. On a good
In the early 1970s, our little rural church sported a proportionately little choir. On a good