If youth is the practice of learning from faults caused by lack of wisdom, then it seems we'll never grow up. We trip over our words, bruise our egos, and jump to conclusions like they're large rocks in a river that we use to cross to the other side. Sometimes we slip and fall. We... Continue Reading →

Lay me down on this bed of line-dried linens, my head, dizzy like sugar, comforted by the pillow's soft chill. Kiss me goodnight but do not wake me from this delirious state of half-wakefulness, one foot in the land of dreams, devoid of gravity, where I can fool myself that the beauty I imagine exists.... Continue Reading →

I have kept every kiss you've given me pressed between pages, lining the cabinet doors, dripping from the eaves, hanging from the lintels like mistletoe, and tucked into the corners of every mirror. They wink at me as I go about my day, these reminders of you. From my book Woodland Spirits.

I have always been a lone wolf, pawing this well-worn path, baring my timid teeth at shadows passing in the distance, scampering into hiding when anyone approaches. But now as darkness dampens the busy noise of the world, I have learned to listen, to hear for the first time that we all howl at the... Continue Reading →