Grief is a tailor. Each garment made to suit, buttons attached each year, hems altered, seams made strong by threads of time, pockets lined with truth. Grief takes threads of every color in and out. Rage-red borders blend flecks of gold. It makes a fine coat so soft to the touch. How surprising.... Continue Reading →
River Grass at Summer’s End
Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge. Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water striders mate and die. Widow Skimmers dance on the waves. A turtle basks on a dead limb caught in a root wad along our bank.... Continue Reading →