Let me feel the faith of hermit crabs waiting for the tide’s return. Let me be renewed by a fisherman walking to the surf near sunrise. Each day. Each morning. To the voice chirping, “You are not enough,” I sing in kind, … Continue reading Perdido Key, July 2018
For the mornings you sat outside and watched the sunrise For infusing my childhood with the scents of the ancient: Communion wine, candle wax, polish, and myrrh For taking me to the pool in the evenings … Continue reading For all the things
I never thought I would write this letter, but, of course, you saw this coming. Six months apart frays the rituals of a marriage. I tried at first. I was faithful in the beginning. I was Mountain; you were Central. And then, one night, when … Continue reading To my love,
What a joy it is to find a permanent home for my essay about the intertwining thresholds of place, identity, and marriage. Thank you, Arkansas Review!
As you walked toward your mother’s rose gold coffin, the Arizona air made me want to wrap you in a delta blanket and feed you homegrown tomatoes. Blow kisses on your belly like your father. Rest your head in my lap during those humid tent … Continue reading After the Vigil
Don’t Touch that. Not too far in. Mind the shallow body. Too much skin. A good woman doesn’t wear that – do that. We’re concerned. Calvinists are to blame for fear of wildness – No, calving glaciers – The speed at which ice falls is … Continue reading Mating Rituals of Alligators
Two and a half hours of my first Orthodox service A procession of icons around the church “I don’t recommend high heels,” the priest says We press through snow pack and pass icicles thick as beets Somali toddlers weave between our legs Eleven languages spoken … Continue reading The Sunday of Orthodoxy in Missoula