tucked in upper cabinets, candy. on sidewalks, leaf tannins. outside windows, orange. in mugs, cider. in the oven, muffins. on the stove, soup. at dinner, darkness. piled on beds, blankets. on the street, murmurs.…
On wrought iron fence posts, roses. From nowhere, humidity. In windows, air conditioners. Stretched over bellies, rash guards. On little brown feet, starts of tan lines. On strawberry plants, pale pink. On noses, sunscreen.…
Along iron fences, crocuses. Under fingernails, dirt. In bedtime stories, fairies. Across midnight skies, geese calls. In salads, hardboiled eggs (tinged pink and green and blue). At 5pm, sunlight. On top of dressers, daffodils.…
Tomorrow, fall, which seems deserving of celebration in spite of everything. I’ve always been something of a season watcher. It’s worth the moment to marvel, I think, at the way the light changes in…
I’m in the final stages of working with a designer to move my blog to a brighter, shinier, all-around-easier-to-use space next week. The changes won’t be anything too drastic. But I’m looking forward to…
i did not want to rent this apartment. when we first looked at it it was filthy–bird feathers and spilled beer filthy–and looked about as far from our beautiful north carolina home as i…