Water, heating, is a different beast, a roar unlike woodland streams–unmusical, a galaxy of molecules brought to boil, screaming tiny lobsters (I imagine). We’ve
Blood test. Doctor on the phone. The cold. Emily’s zero at the bone. That cold. The child forced to choose&emdash;which parent to become, which
The dog sits on the edge of the bed, watching what looks to me like silence after snow, the gleam of yard muted by
The old bridge endures in this new shade of blue, a stolid Prussian against the small of dusk’s pink light, a moment steeping now