Hanalei beach
I watched her enter the water, a woman intimate with surfaces, then ride up and above the Kauai sky, pulling the pleated sea with her. She tumbled and rolled in...
Category: Poetics
The laughter of women
Here, the women I know laugh often. It’s partly the space I think. At home, the women I know laugh too. Like music their laughter. I hope all the women I ...
Blessed are they that mourn
I speak to Jason who panhandles on the sidewalk in front of Tim Hortons. He tells me his body is in pain but later he will have enough to buy street morphine an...
Calling all angels
This morning, like every morning, she chattered: did you see that old slipper under the hedge? maybe the dog from across the street… At the stop sign she ...