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The story appeared in the magazine’s Personal Experience column. George always read the column’s first paragraph, then picked out a middle paragraph, and finally read the last paragraph. If he wasn’t too busy and there were enough potato chips left in the bag, he’d read the remaining inside paragraphs, inContinue Reading

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It’s been on my desk since I started this job, that framedprint of the selfie we took in Times Square –September 2010, our first date – the Golden Arches,and the red stripes of TGI Fridays behind us,me in a light-yellow shirt, you in a turquoise scarf and anecklace you stillContinue Reading

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I am whispering in the room of my heart.Do you hear me? When my skull tingles,When you cook eggs in the morning,When I wake in the night and you’re still asleep but your hand reaches for my thigh anyway?When we kiss in the parking lot and someone whistles and IContinue Reading

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so i have found out,eyes drenched arenothing morebut soft interruptionsin sorrow. andi am avacant shoutfrom the breathof a mountain;skin pulled tightover weathered rock,over gasps of wind.and in puffs of rain,like cancer digginga tree’s roots,i am never-ending. i’m sick to deathof the adolescents’ hormones:the world’sreasons for staying in robes;its religion spillingContinue Reading

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I ask my husband,Did you notice the newapartments downtown?He looks at me curiously before he answers. I amaze my husbandby my lack of observation.I fail to noteroad construction,high-rise offices,those apartments built 5 years ago,and highway detour signs. I cocoon myself in a small world.I’m attracted to only important details:the enchantingContinue Reading

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Dreaming, always dreamingof shimmering turquoise ocean wavessparkling at dusk,singing to me, to us: rush-sush, rush-sush.Hear our wedding song?Sensual sea spray leans in to kiss the sand.Even as night envelops us,I reach into the heavenspull a star from the bowl of scintillating darknesswrite my name and yours in golden lettersand flingContinue Reading

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As children, we made games of the gallons: underwater worlds inhabited by two.As teenagers, we tanned, splashed. Dared to jump from the highest rock.As honeymooners, we waited for darkness, stripped, leapt: entangled in the current, each other’s limbs.As parents, we walked her patiently. Small steps, spying for fishies. Tiny handContinue Reading

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Synopsis A series of attempts made by a now defunctBook club to break off an engagementBefore it happens what starts off as badAdvice given at a New Years Eve partyTurns into a comedy of errors when anAlcoholic poet recruits estranged frenemiesAnd former roommates alike while touringA closing light exhibit atContinue Reading