June 10, 2013

When I rode with evensong

When I rode with evensong between the hours, my confessions carried to the pines; but that was before the chapel, leaning on the wind, smiled at […]
July 5, 2012

Biking Down Memory Lane

Somewhere hidden in the recesses of my parents’ house lie dozens upon dozens of photo albums. Credit goes to my mother for keeping a constant visual […]
May 31, 2012

I turn on 11th

I turn on 11th like I turn on friends: too much stop-and-go traffic, too many sordid relationships. The light clips to red, staring down like the […]