Two nights ago I sat with my love across a small cherry table in an empty, dusty living room, with new paint and a very bright light over head. It was not a moment for Thanksgiving feasting, but a celebration nonetheless. All the effort of our move and our regeneration of the house was around […]

She thought of putting pen to paper in the comfy green chair under the floor lamp Kick up the old feet Put the book on a pillow on her lap. But which thoughts would she commit to paper? Of all the lines running through her head Of the multiple and various Lacking a prior commitment […]