Learning Signs Her signs grew from imitation, and then the thrill of being understood. She formed signs with pudgy hands before she learned to hold a spoon. She points out dogs and bikes on our morning walks with a pat... Continue Reading →
Next Time Sometimes I tell my father about a city he should visit, and — its being far, his being almost ninety — he says, “Okay, next time.” Meaning, in his next life, a new set of chances for catching... Continue Reading →
Autumn Interlude Trees don their orange vests. Mercury drops. Crescendo, cymbal crash: children walk home from school through mud puddles. We fall, under the influence of gravity. The year’s routine cracks. The wind across a girl’s cheeks: an ocean’s starry... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 