Vigil
As if we could call her back with candles. As if the flickering light could guide her home. As if she could be found, safe, …
Month: October 2011
Old Shipyard
The line of posts along an empty expanse of beach is all that remains. Infused with a century of seawater, covered in mops of rockweed, …
First Snow
Every time we look out the window, something different: rain, wind, sleet, rain, hail, rain, hail, houses with wet basements, and there it is, snow. …