We’re on our way to the pizza place when I glance up to confront the sun-stroked cheek of a full moon, dancing naked with blowsy abandon. Across the cratered disc, my vision leaps, the night sky fresh-scoured of all but sneaky...
Read MoreWe’re thinking of ripping out the spireas that prowl the corners of the house like guard dogs on patrol, their green-eyed gazes morphing into fiery red when autumn knocks on August’s back door. It seems a proper way to control...
Read MoreSunday afternoon. A man and woman eating a late lunch in the dining room; another man drinking at the bar. The waitress is filling salt shakers. We take a front table next to the window. You and I sit against the wall while...
Read MoreWhen Jodi and I were out in our back yard picking all the juicy blackberries there was to pick, we saw a man moving a bunch of stuff into the house next door. He saw us, waved, and said he was our new neighbor, and his name was...
Read Morethe soft center of buttered bread remarking how pampering the slathering how distracting from disquiet as if stepping over as if silking over as if the heart were part of the...
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