On the phone she’ll tell me stories about shorebirds which breed in warmer marshland winters and still cross the continent...

This morning, strolling soddenly down Harmon street, the rain became a sudden shield; with sudden clarity I felt calamity dismissed...

I think often of the apricots & shallots that I diced in your kitchen last year with a knife you...

Third place winner in the Synapse Storytelling Contest poetry category. we moved through the sentence of the crowd, its fork-plate...