Life’s Stage
This one window stages the little girl two doors down, alonein the grass with a purple-casted hand and a pink ball.She tosses one, two, three, four against the stucco... Read more.
My Body Language
I carry a grief few know, fewer hear—the language of my body and its foreign sounds:spontaneous, diagnostic for no explanation. It signifies nounsand verbs external... Read more.
The Sky Above My Bed
The sky above my bedis nine feet high and in moments of wonder,I stand with my feet cratered on the bedand I can palm the plastered clouds, the mini T-rex. Is thiswhat... Read more.
