September at Lake Temescal
Dark trees clothe hills that rise up from the lake.
Reeds grow thick and tall a... Read More
The Pusher Man
After I got that box of glowing Apple TV happiness, I no longer needed the Airpo... Read More
The Last of Summer
The smell of apples
seeps under the bedroom door.
For weeks, hundreds of apple... Read More
Waiting Room
A mother kneads lotion into her hands as she sits.
The daughter sits, stands, s... Read More
My Father’s Oatmeal
Hot, quick,
mulled with brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg,
served stiff and fi... Read More