To my Mother on her 50th year

It is as if you have lived five times over, moving from mountain to mountain, carrying our hearts on top of your own.

January 11th, 2012|Poetry|

That new year smell

You can rewrite your script at any time but there’s just something about new years and Mondays that import impetus and gravitas to reinventions.

January 3rd, 2012|Blog|