The progression

Things are progressing, I know. Despite my trying to breathe in every detail of the moment in some childlike hope of preserving it–the shop-bought fragrance that releases in occasional puffs from beneath the hostess trolley by the door, the warm rumblings of the cat’s belly against my thigh, the silenced tennis match on the TV,…

What is courage?

Courage rarely explodes in a rush of love and sunlight.  Those incidences occur, but they are rare. Mostly, courage is a fraction.  A part of a whole.  A whisper that says “I know you’re scared, but stand your ground this time.” Courage is diminutive.  It rolls with the tide and changes shape.  It swells and…

For you 

Show me the weariest part of you, the soft and sodden heart of you that trembles in the silence and in the absence of friends. Show me the darkest thoughts that come like twisting shadows, blocking the sun. Show me the fractures, the wild projections of your lens. I’ll show you the tender root of…