Over the hills in the north, the lake comes into view—azure blue water. At first you see a sea even though you know it is freshwater. Soft green hills, ancient olive Continue reading →

Here the melting, there the glacier already gone. All these years, I’ve watched my body as if from a distance nearly geologic: the comings and goings of a thousand tiny fossils Continue reading →

Minerva, calm me down. I am trying to remember the way the deer always emerged every time I thought of them. And how bones would surface in the dirt at the Continue reading →

promises the sound of the tide coming in. Never mind the no-swim advisory, the sidewalks and parking lots strewn with yellow and black crime scene markers on the regular, the reappearing Continue reading →

Should I answer them when this couple from Phoenix Birds of Cape Cod booklet in hand asks me if I’ve ever seen so many birds in my life should I say Continue reading →