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You might glance at me and never imagine certain things about me— like how at home in the dark I bite my cuticles nibble chocolate in my closet, while nursing a glass of chardonnay, and collect unusual shoes beside antique...

The words you write cut me open like the cesareans I had many years before your eyes lanced a hole in my world scaring everything I knew to be good, but now you are to stay much longer than the scars from the babies and the snow...

of the dark began on a winter evening at the age of eight in Queens when I walked down the creaky wooden stairs of my childhood home to the kitchen for an apple. When I looked to the snow-filled yard, under the full moon, my...

after the song “Au Revoir” by OneRepublic My father’s eyes gray haze, cheeks concave, sore-covered lips, withered limbs, hospital visitor rules dismissed, eight of us huddle close in around him, for what we don’t know are his...

in memory of Patricia Fargnoli The house we’d rented had been a captain’s home at one time, later a village post office. Bright and spare, lemon painted walls and sturdy navy-blue armchairs, but the stairs were narrow, steep. My...

Swoosh of my grandmother’s small, socked feet across the oaken floor as she attempts not to wake me lying on the sofa pretending sleep, dawn light combing through her mussed salt-and-pepper curls, faded blue cotton nightgown...

I Now the elder trees renew their patience. In the breeze their infant leaves murmur until the rustle and roar of the Tall Ones shush the buds to sleep. Their loud lullaby only ceases at dark. One day, weary and blanked out, I...

I won’t say that the earth moved or rockets exploded or that even fireworks studded the sky. No, you are more like wandering from an old, familiar neighborhood of small square houses, patches of green into vast spring...

I waited for a rose or roses, or maybe jeweled earrings like those you’d given me so many years before. As we strolled the deck, me in white linen, you in Nikes perusing a gym schedule, eavesdropping ship waiters, with their...