My father sits in the Midway airport waiting for a friend to cross the arrivals bridge. A small man in a crowd in an
St. Francis’s feast day. More earthquakes in Assisi: hard to ignore coincidence even quiet in a cafe courtyard on the Monongahela, reading tarot with
for Kate Today I’ve been remembering summer squash; strawberries ripening; cucumber vines wound through chicken wire the way life and its absence are threaded