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  • September Morn

    September 29, 2015

    Dawn rides the morning air
    over silent houses and abandoned gardens,
    flickering light along
    the edge of the windowsill,
    ushering in
    my grandmother’s fearful cry.

    Like a crumbling yellow leaf

  • Deep Water

    July 24, 2015

    Janie stared into the swirling, brown water, looking for a trace of the carcass. Her blond bangs stuck to her damp forehead, ponytails limp…

  • The Moment

    March 20, 2015

    I should have known when my feet turned the icy corner to my street and I saw the extra cars parked at my house….

  • Sanctissimi Corporis

    August 17, 2014

    At Ogunquit Beach, where Maine meets the North Atlantic Ocean, we sprinkled my great-aunt Rosemary’s ashes. The sky was dripping and cold and grey,…