Slow Jazz and Anticipation – A Poem for Deb on her Birthday
When I saw you on the patio, the wind filling and turning the umbrella above you, and you smiled at me as I rounded the bicycle stand, something like the tuggin...
Category: Marriage
After 32 years, it feels like something sacred
Our first house, like a bad suit, never fit the foundation. Gaps beside the basement window casings were revolving doors for mice and a collection of bugs. Bits...