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I Wish You Could: Plumeria (Frangipani)

I wish you could see the Plumeria flowers here. They're also called Frangipani, which I like more, maybe because it seems the least...

The Courage to Combine

Waiting for my mug of lemon ginger tea to cool, I crawl into bed with 3 different books — Donna Tart’s The Goldfinch, Rebecca Solnit’s...

Wanderlust 7-Layer Bars

Easter is a day of emergence and resurrection. While quarantine is keeping us from physically emerging, I think we can find both of...

Red Balloon

Why I write Why you tie a balloon to a string — To stay. To be. To hold onto something: A string of words, taut with grammar’s gravity;...

Reflections on Shelter-in-Place

CoronaVirus is a disaster unfolding fast: on our screens if we’re lucky, before our eyes if we wait long enough, and eventually in our...

Layers: A Recipe for Tiramisu Cheesecake and What Else Can Be Made of Liquor, Language and Love.

“Is there too much Kahlua?” It struck her as a strange question. She, for one, didn’t know a way to remove an ingredient from peaks of...

Silence While Walking

Writing has felt like searching more than saying lately; morning pages, like probing for a light-switch, instead of illuminating with the...

Let Tangents be Told: the strange and vital rising of things too small to write about.

When I was young, I’d take a small white ceramic bowl from the cupboard, intended for our pet rats, and start pulling out what...

A Reckoning with Autobiography: Reclaiming the “I” in our Writing.

The corner of Michelle Obama’s Becoming pokes out of my charcoal suede book-bag, collapsed on the wooden bench of a downtown cafe. It’s...

Chasing Poems at Pasture

The speed at which things pass is robbery. Poems flash like strobes of light below trees and then are gone. For instance, on my way to...