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Today abates its pace, places its attention on my need for her embrace, though given that chagrin still occupies my chair, I’ve scant chance to reignite our love affair, make my stance less doctrinaire. I want abandon and I...

Spring unfolds—a dystopian novel. A give-back for denying the environment. Kids stay home, squabble, zip-locked into stifling compliance. Ubiquitous—the disinfectant spritz of income insecurity. And the curve of...

The view of the Oxbow in the Connecticut River, from Mount Sugarloaf, is captivating, and the crack of lobster shells answer one another, as we draw out the sweetness of the red and white meat from their exoskeletons, as our...

I bought a bunch of Russian kale at the farmer’s market. I noticed it as I would a friend who had gone unseen for years— almost missing it in passing, but having just the sight of it stop me in my steps— and in one fluid motion,...

I woke up to the sound of neigh. The moon’s reflection shuddered in river. The night streamed in. Loving life is seeing with the eyes of another. Understanding life is feeling with the heart of another. I remembered how we knew...

I know, you remember this smell. You remember this sound too. When you were alone, you felt something, you saw something, maybe you do not know exactly what, but you caught a fleeting glimpse. Correct? Just for a second, you saw...

We never knew what exactly the night is. We thought water was clear and the others were not dead, they were the mirrors of us, we must be careful here. Speechless in silence. We never knew the words have a different meaning, and...

We heard from the mortician, “We have your mother here,” last rites, identification, cremation, all digital, from a prudent distance. Gratefully, a cousin picked up her ashes, weighty, weighty box of gray grit. In the Nazareth...

After a storm in the night, Old Woman Creek is high, stirred thick with silt, a rich cup of coffee with cream spilling over its rim. The bottom obscured, I wonder over the muskrats, their crawfish prey, the tiny schools of...

The Autumn when you thought you wouldn’t last the winter, and Springs when you saw no end in sight. Doves cooing as it showers. Summer robins squabbling in the evening’s green unrest. The honeysuckle’s mute luster going more...