In Dreams

In dreams, the girl I knew once is long legged with sun-red flanks, blond as I am now, though her hair flies like sudden joy from her shoulders. The girl who hurdles over footstools cannot be me, [...]

Lighting Candles

Perhaps it’s just January, tin cup held out to the coming of sugar maple and wheat, that draws me to this bowl of light. In my forty-fifth year I’m lighting candles: ivory spires on the mantel, [...]