Caribbean blueLindt balls speckledwith salt clusterby the registerat the co-op,the grain of oceanic sandfinishing the sweet—(the ocean itself blaststhrough nostrils,a wavy hand downthe throat—)a chocolate spherethe size of marblesI once collected,playing for keepson a playgroundwhere success’s daily sweetness mixed with teary salt. Read More in Poetry

My third dog is almost a good running dog—he only dawdles a little at good smells,glaring from the corner of his dark browneyes when I want him to move on too quickly.The others before him would stand their ground,refuse to keep going or run out at a mad dashfor a few blocks and then tire,... Continue Reading →

The first thing to go is always sleeping late and befriending the snooze button, that insidious invitation to cradle the coversjust a little longer. But what if staying in bed isn’t always about delaying the day’s drudgery so much as soaking in the silenceof the dog’s curls cuddled up to your chin? Sure, that might... Continue Reading →