In late winterwhen the snow loosens its gripand the earth begins to breathe again,a purple crocus lifts its small spearthrough the cold skin of the prairie.No one teaches it courage.It simply rises.The valley waits quietlyunder the wide sky of...

The engines are already turning.Dust lifts from the roadlike breath rising from the earth.Convoy is leaving.And still she pausesto send a handful of lightacross the distance.It is okay, she says,to not have the answer.You have always been too hardon...

I. Mars Has Gravity, TooThey said,“Welcome home.”As if home were a dooryou step throughand not a planet whose atmosphereyou must relearn how to breathe.Mars has gravity, too.It just pulls sideways.I left the forests.Left the moss that knew my weight.Left...

i can't rememberthe sound of your voiceor the way that i'd feelwhen you'd enter a roombut once in a whilei smell that perfumeyou used to wear(and just maybe still do)it's usually when i'm in a crowdand i scan all...

The sitting room was sealed in quiet grace—A shrine of plastic, glossy, airless chill;The doilies kept their lace as if in placeBy vows his grandmother had willed to will.He knew the dream; he knew the dream knew him—A lucid...