The Lover Appears

At dawn I sit on the porch with my Lover. We sip licorice tea and listen to robins chirp and doves coo.   During the day we work together— sweep the floors cook fennel with snow peas, even the mundane tasks joyful because we are together.   We collaborate on...

No Matter

Recently I disappointed a friend. We were to meet up and I didn’t show. I apologized but was not forgiven. So I sit with a heavy heart. In the face of her anger my mind has a dozen excuses. My mother just transitioned. I haven’t slept. I’m planning a memorial service...