some of my breath, some of yours his last breath and later hers a prayer on my knees for grace if I should die before I wake your whispered words, a choir’s song the droplets that are passed along dust I touch but cannot feel a rising howl that seems surreal … Continue reading Things That Fill the Air
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Pandemic III: I Dreamed the Pandemic Was Purged
when a storm surged for days off the Mexican Coast and finally breached California shores Old Testament style and flushed our streets with epic amounts of spring clean rain. In the morning epidemiologists reported the virus was last seen in filmy rivers jumping the curbs in San Diego. Oceanographers are saying this event makes history… Continue reading Pandemic III: I Dreamed the Pandemic Was Purged
Pandemic II: Dreams in the Time of COVID-19
My first three teeth fell out last night at Sarah's fortieth birthday party and I mistook them for pebbles or seashells in my jaw and shored them underneath my tongue. I spit them out in two pink flowered paper towels that danced in the powder room and— the sink handed me two more— returned for… Continue reading Pandemic II: Dreams in the Time of COVID-19
I Am That Cypress
The past has all blown east. The Monterey cypress felt it leave in the teeth of a Pacific sea squall. Ever since, the cypress has leaned toward yesterday with outstretched arms. Some days I am that cypress— wind buffeted, whale boned, sway backed and salt bleached. I was thrust off-center in my… Continue reading I Am That Cypress