I am no man’s wife, the mother of no child. I live as a single candle burns, alone on the windowsill, a pinprick of light in a dark...

In early winter, I walk the river’s edge as snow falls silent as a dove’s wing on the mountain. Scattered flakes whirl, lifted by the...

As little children, we feared the monsters under the bed. Sent to devour us as we slept, they held us captive in the dark. As adults, the...

What began as a summer encounter now drags itself inexorably through a painful slog toward an uncertain end. I see what you cannot say...

There were signs, signals, and warnings a subtle crack in the mind, an internal unwinding. Overwhelmed, you fled outward, away, against...

You are trapped in the box canyon of my heart its high jagged yellow ochre walls a western New Mexico no-man’s-land. You whirl like a...

In the collected humid light of dusk, an orange sun slowly sinks below the hayfield, and we come to the farmhouse in the relief that is...

I sat in the back of the library with my seventeen- year-old friends. With heads down, we flipped through bridal magazines and whispered...