Sunday Hymns
With the scarlet walker a grandson calls “Abuela’s bike,” my mom rolls to a setof padded chairs behind the last pews. The woman next to us is hunched over,crooning... Read more.
Tight
parallel parking spotswhen I’mthe one driving the space between an earnest comment and unwelcome advicebutton-fly jeansleft in the dryer too longwhile I wrote... Read more.
The Countess of Getty
Portrait of Anne, Countess of ChesterfieldThomas Gainsborough, 1777-78Oil on CanvasJ. Paul Getty Museum, Los AngelesShe steps in frontof the mammoth portraitshooting... Read more.
Ice Chips
Do you remember I read to you those cloudy afternoons? You sat intheir big bed like a doll, dark eyelashes brushing flushed cheeks.That mad artist, Pneumonia had... Read more.
Chalk Lines
To ease my mind with craftI marked scratchy-soft linenwith blue chalk to center a monogram that’s stitching now on the embroidery machine(you can hear ithowlinglike... Read more.
Those Kitchen Shears
Those Kitchen ShearsAre on the counter—again—I’m starting to wonderif you might haveleft them to say,Cut out a place for mein your heartListen, you alreadyhave... Read more.