Under the same moon birth, death, love, hate, right, wrong - life all stand before us. It is just mileage that separates the sameness of...

I have chosen jobs as a hitchhiker travels, getting into whatever car stops, and riding until I am cast out to start thumbing again.

You are not your wounds. They puncture, bleed, scab and heal leaving you wiser. You are not your scars. They mark you permanently, making...

At 20 below, ice forms long clear crystalline fingers that grip frigid eaves, knuckled talons of winter. Snow becomes pale grit light as...

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...

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