The House You Didn’t Build for Us

This poem was originally published in Cathexis Northwest Press The house you didn’t build for us The house you didn’t build for usSits on a tiny hillWatching a shore of a foamy seaThere is a willowWeeping in the back yardA red maple is burning bright too. Sun sets on...

Why I Iron

This prose was originally published in Chaleur Magazine. I loved ironing. It was my meditation. My church. My tradition. You at a computer on the green sofa. Me with a wireless headphone. Watching CBS Sunday Morning. Dancing around the ironing board. Playing with the...