I come back to this machinery, this dark cologned compartment,   I come back to wool sport jacket rickety door…

Once upon a time, a dog slept beside an empty bed in a house also empty, while all around  …

From the series Postcards from Rock Bottom One morning in between your fifth and sixth sip of coffee I will spread…

I carry shards of the same broken promise in my pocket to rub against my clawing fingers and remind me…

dedicated to Jean Assy   Always the one driving others to the airport – never the one boarding a plane,…

It’s 9 p.m. and I’m at the dinner table, reaching; for something other than my mother’s words of approval.  She…

She carries it with her wherever she goes— perhaps in a handbag, a purse or a clutch, but sure as…

- Prologue - I fight off sleep at 3:30 in the morning, Nineteen hours straight-counting. The goal is 24-hour support.…

An open balcony, vases, roses, a butterfly dancing. All that. Pristine skies over the balcony and almond flowers on the…