On his birthday, after he is in bed, I lift a glass to you and I toast that you don’t show up this year to break his joy or that if you...

It is all small, the fraction of sunlight on the living room floor where the dog is sleeping the slamming door, my teenage son bursting...

I wasn’t counting. I was feeding you on the sofa in the dark, I was rereading the directions on a box of fish sticks. I was down the hall...

Heavy over the fence, I felt them first the cloying white flowers of three furious beauties-- heady and seductive, otherwise complicating...