the cottage

the squishy moss on the rock God’s carpet he asked a sweet memory made the sound of the rain tapping its messages on the steel roof the fog rolling, cotton over the still water enveloping my board the loon calls out I am nearby this is home the lily pads return blanketing the bay white […]

dad

I have a complicated set of emotions around the word ‘dad’. I did not grow up with my own father in my life and when I did get to know him, the mysteries of who he was, the fantasy of who I thought he was – nothing got resolved in the few years we had […]