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...

Waltz with the Beloved

With a phone to my ear, I pace from my kitchen to my living room and back. My palms sweat. My throat constricts and my heart beats fast. Occasionally a voice within says, “You’re failing. This is terrible.” But I ignore it, call on my Beloved and keep talking. No, I’m...