Avalanche

Last fall, I cared for a family member who was ill. Now we can hardly be in the same room. Let us call person Blue. I feel like Blue has died. Like you feel when someone emotionally break from you, and stays physically present. Like when someone gets dementia. Or breaks up with you. My […]

Hung Out to Dry

The morning after my stepsister’s wedding (an epic event at which I danced with a photographer from Martha Stewart Weddings who wore a checkered suit and a shy good ole boy from Mississippi, among other victories), I walked into the hotel dining room breakfast, and my family were joking about being quiet and not […]

Mist in a Box

The way places live in me is that I see and feel a flash of a spot. The subway exit in Park Slope with the store where I bought ping pong balls, and the pizza place I ate a couple of times. I walked up the steps, and the dollar store emerged. The feet ahead […]

Fire, Water

On New Year’s Day, I began construction on the rose window of Notre Dame. No one had asked me, no one had sought out my expertise, and still I sat on my kitchen floor with circles of various sizes, oatmeal silo, vanilla bottle, lid from a jar of dirt that came from Kurt Vonnegut’s yard. […]