Vespers in gloaming light

Some notes to my brother, who has moved away

Kyle, You should know the house is very much the same and also completely different. Without you that is. Your room is empty, the bathroom is bare. Without you here, the house lacks the smell of lavender epsom salt or the sound of someone roller skating upstairs in your room. Your laughter does not echo… Continue reading Some notes to my brother, who has moved away

Uprooted

A letter to my sister, on her Birthday:

Dear Mackenzie, While walking Bella, I saw on the pavement a large Daddy Long Legs sitting, staring in the direction of Starbucks. He did not move when I approached, nor did he flinch when I stepped over him. I looked over my shoulder as I walked away. I saw him wave his top hat. I… Continue reading A letter to my sister, on her Birthday:

Vespers in gloaming light

My heart; the dishrag and other things about summer’s end:

It is time to say goodbye to the season and pack it away in its beach bag for the next year. Goodbye, goodbye. Mostly, what I want to remember when I look back on this moment is that I was trying really hard. And sometimes hard work doesn’t yield the results to the field of newly… Continue reading My heart; the dishrag and other things about summer’s end: