Certain Houses Get Along Without Us

I saw the gracious windows of our house like two eyes that manifest its soul, the sycamores we planted are godparents, the homestead looking happy on the whole.   Certain houses get along without us when others adopt them for their home. The sound of children’s slippers in the hallway— shouldn’t that be our memory… Continue reading Certain Houses Get Along Without Us

Pandemic IV: Elegy for the High Five

Spring, 2020 That sudden in-air collision of palms breaking the rule, Keep your hands to yourself— it felt Friday night, it felt Mardi Gras, a home run bottom of ninth opening day. Always brazen, sometimes a rebel the way it laughed with its head thrown back, a teenager with a mischievous smile. It sometimes said… Continue reading Pandemic IV: Elegy for the High Five