I plug in the twinkly lights and the room becomes diffused in amber, warm and close. You are already in bed, naked, the marshmallow pile of blankets atop you and an open book in your hands. You beckon me to bed.  Naked, I climb in the mallow and snuggle into the crook of your arm. […]

Yesterday was the day of the solar eclipse. Driving and walking to work, I’ve never seen so many people with their heads turned toward the sky. Looking above them. Seeking something out of their control and infinitely bigger. Lawn chairs, paper glasses–their cardboard temple pieces flapping like ineffectual birds in their hands while they wait, […]

I love the plants in my own debilitating way. A way in which I never know if I am giving too much or too little. In a way that I know is giving, but I worry over the quantity. My feelings vacillate like a shorted fan. Too much water. Too little water. How much? How […]

  When coming down the coast of Ireland toward county Clare nature begins to explode. It feels wild, the flora effusing between crofts of rock, stone walls consumed, nature reclaiming, a rocky embrace. Mustard flowers populate the landscape, punctuating verdant green in vibrant contrast; purple flowers, Queen Anne’s lace, Jupiter’s Beard, rust hued reeds. Brambles […]

There is a quietude here punctuated by guided tours. Questions the tour guide can’t answer. “Can you read the lanterns?” “Do the placement of the chairs at this family altar hold any significance?” “What do the octagon shapes represent? Any symbolism?” I am shoehorned in the corner. Merged with the tour for the duration of […]

Kentucky I’d walk for hours in dappled light, following gentle curves of narrow roads, their asphalt edging sharply into dirt, then grass. Green shivering as cars drove by, and I huddled near to its softness. The air, more often than not, was heavy and placid. Warm and warming, I’d wade through it, pause, as if […]

My left leg slightly limping, I pass through an unseasonably warm March evening looking over my shoulder for foxes. I feel like easy prey. From afar the skilled hunter can tell that I am weakened. That a misstep on my part could mean a feast for them. I pass through the night an easy target. […]