Circle the Tiger

Of all the thesaurus offers me for separation, I like this one the best: A parting of the ways. When my husband and I first stepped out of the ring, I considered it the end. I mourned for weeks. I didn’t know how I would survive. I kept undergoing huge waves of grief I thought …

Hope is an Indian blanket

I’m keeping the faith, but marginally. I’m keeping it skinny. I’m keeping it with socks on. I pour liquid laughter into my veins, and still wish only for dreams. I could sleep for a year. My body wants to hide under the covers for a week. I counter with good intentions. I walk in the …

Drowning in motion

I watch the sun shine on my legs. They have carried me this far. The gleam off my day is more beautiful than I thought possible. How can moments shimmer in poverty? Be with the motorcycle boots and the smile and the way she was surprised.  The way she went along and the way we …