“If ever you fall in love, do so without reservation, or rather, if you should fall in love simply give no thought to any reservation.”...

to be— to write one sentence of a great narrative that in no manner belongs to me or revolves around me. to exist within a story in which...

I’ve learned to resonate with the small and empty space between the brush strokes that comprise the wilting leaves shadowed beneath...

As I duck under the awning of the front door of a restaurant I’ve never before visited, I have an irresistible longing for your...

It’s easy to get lost in the grass beneath the shadows of the trees in the yard of the house where I grew up. And I lie flat on my belly...

“There is no blue without yellow and without orange.” Vincent van Goh When I first learned what a constellation was, the world broke open...

It’s easy to get lost in the grass that fills the yard of the house where I grew up, where I learned the color of sunrise—and now I lie...

I know an artist who sees the faint line between blue and gold at the heart of every iris. He laughs at the trace of silver along the...

I remember running across the still damp grass that baptized our bare feet with droplets of morning dew, like brush strokes of green and...

I try to memorize the nightly migration patterns of crows as they gather like clouds to the coast and frame the ocean like a portrait,...

A jar only knows how empty it is when it begins to fill again— and I hold onto it and look upwards, allowing the droplets to shoot like...

At the base of a wick where something extraordinary happens, something between magic and the memory of a summer night spent sneaking...

will you follow me even when I no longer feel the comfort of asphalt beneath my light up tennis shoes as I race around the playground...