Every day I milk a large, verbose cow. There was a little song my kids learned when they were preschoolers: "What can I give to the king, what can I give to the one who has everything." It's got a …
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We all got in the car -the kids and I; he was in Baltimore to see the baby. We left Florida after 8, past painted signs calling out summertime peaches, and the boys pointed out a beaver …
Brainspotting draft- Tia Levings, 2015 That room was a mess. So full of broken furniture that I couldn't see the floor, with no pathway to walk. Tchotchkies, curios, knick …
Leftover Apple Dumplings, it turns out, make a good breakfast. Heated warm cinnamon caramel sauce melting in hot tea, melting in my mouth, pomegranate tang. My scratch crust, …
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Reflections on water migrate, I think change, even if the light is constant. Silver patches broken only by the breeze, by Anhinga, the snake bird; slender neck's reaching strokes. My …
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Number one, an old man, heavyset, in a sleeveless sweatshirt, standing on his stoop at 6:15 am, looking at the blue light of his phone, not out to get the newspaper, standing there maybe out of …
