ContrastingYielding Slowly, 36 x 48. We are staying in The Gay Village of Montreal. It is a Sunday evening. Under strings of pink lights, past the...
ThinningIn the dark of this June night I am awake. I reach beside my head and feel my fingertips trace a three-inch tear in the pillow-case....
Sweaters and Gas PumpsThe cashier at Preston Hardware is serving the guy ahead of me. She could be anywhere between 17 and 30. She has a chunky frame, no...
Solo Sock, Empty Chair“Does this sock belong to you?” I ask my daughter. I don’t ask why it is lying lonely on the railing or where its’ mate is. Personally, I...