Autumn

  • Sad Hands

    My hands are not happy with me. If there were little faces in the middle of my palms, both faces would feature a raised eyebrow and an angry forehead, absolutely. They’ve had a big day, the poor muffins. But because… Continue reading

  • Autumn

    I’m lounging in the sun chair, peering into the Autumn. The window’s grown cold, just like everything else around here that once was warm. It’s like we’re in a corridor. At one end: summer. At this end: winter. Maybe we’ll… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 26. Days Like These

    Dear world—you’ve really gone and done it this time. Just look at all the sun-drenched wonder you’ve strung about my life today; I mean, really. What is it that you do to me? How is it that you fill my heart… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 2. Paper Rain

    I’ve got my little boy to thank for it; this paper rain that taps on the roof, every time the wind blows. To the adult eye—the eye that’s been battered and bruised by the duller shades of life—this paper rain…it’s… Continue reading